Monday, July 12, 2021

the movies

I swim out past the waves 
and bob till my fingers turn yellow
looking east and then west

it never gets old
being salted and dusty
heavy roses in the wind

the thing is I am very untied now
an un-caught drift, no container

biking up hill
past the business that sells glass
how beautiful to specialize in something 
so clear and sharp

basketball cigarettes rat slap
the slick green table 
Molly the bartender

I get to my car as the clock strikes 10
I sit with the door open
one foot on the road 
looking up at the bell tower

M says

the good news is people have been 
trying to figure out what to do when summer ends 
since at least as long as I’ve been around
like maybe it doesn’t this time