Souvenir 1

A smell like summer or rather the spray
one associates with summer

beaches that peculiar sweet
smell and how soon before one’s made

something that never happened

She smelled like spray or rather
summer and I think she was

So here’s a rose and here’s a note
and here a boy and a girl

before the Technicolor
the negatives have taken hold

There’s someone alive on this beach, someone
dreaming

and it’s daytime. So, she seemed like summer
or rather the spray

and the sea was so salty and
the surf blanched by the sky

and it was hard to see into the water
it was hard to move one’s hand

from one’s own eyes

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(this poem first appeared in cranky, Issue 4, in January 2005 & was the first of mine to ever be published)

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