Summer of the Shark
Tomatoes in the cheerios -- a cool
and retrospective summer. We dug clams,
created mix tapes, agreed on who ruled
the best airwaves of our salty hearts. Cram
some flavor ice in, and as you said, "Soon,
you'll have some kind of notion." We were free,
or so illusioned, and the sand at noon-
tide snaffled our toes in joy. Terribly
experimental loves bloomed, only then
to wrap us in raccoon coats and ennui.
Light to the west fading round us, omen
of time's unpleasant endings. Dark sea
birds ringed the shore. Black fins rose in swells.
We echoed sharply, like abandoned wells.
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