Palms sway like drunks
Along the Oceanside boardwalk.
Summer’s gone.
Windows at Sam’s Snack Shop
Are boarded up.
Two boys tug of war
A green boogie board.
A crow rips into a bag
In the beer bottle trash.
A girl moans
Inside a rocking van.
Smell blood on the wind?
Her cry is thirteen,
Fourteen tops.
A man yanks his collared golden
Down to the sand.
I could die on a day like this,
Sunny wind at 3 pm
On a Sunday losing at halftime
A gun held to my head.
copyright 2005
Kirby
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