I dip my fingers in this salty foam,
This sea side slick water beach
Stretched out before m
Timeless until I glimpse
Over my shoulder at the shore
And the grin of a boardwalk
With its missing teeth
And the sense that it
Can never smile again
Air thick with the recalled screeches
Of kids on rides long gone,
The tilt-a-whirl with caught shirt
And the kid who never thought
The ride would vanish
Before the people did,
Or that the decay
Would strike so deep
or leave holes no one could fill
or leave holes no one could fill
With only the sea itself the same
Coming and going,
In and out,
With perpetual sighs
And the salty residue
Of some love vanquished
The end of the world
As we know it,
The roar of engines
Mere echoes of a past
We can barely hear
Over the snores of the tides
And we caught
In the mists wondering
Where to dip our fingers next.
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