in venice on the beach and around it,
when the sandwich man was so stoned
that we left the store mid-schmear,
only to fnd the whole foods in chaos.
nevertheless, we had only one fight,
which unfortunately led to a run-in
to the liquor store everyone hates
and tries to avoid but never does
i guess once on the beach what can you say?
it's the summer beach. kids, waves, sprinkle sparkle
squealing love light thugs and positive ions.
he didn't seem to notice but i thought they looked weird
right off the bat. the young man with felt hat in full summer,
feather in it, full beard, brown clothes,
and she looking like a cambodian sex slave.
they set down their baby car seat, adjused blankets over it,
she stripping to shaggy unmatched bikini, fussing clothes
and blankets over bassinet, while man, shirt now removed,
squinted out to sea.
with the telepathic language of soul mates in which
nothing audible is uttered, he told her go first, and,
smiling like she'd never had a job nor known she'd ever need one,
she crashed through the waves with double-jointed butterfly strokes.
he was gone too when i looked over, moving more slowly
and not smiling, but entering the sea. within seconds, both of them
were gone.
remember that day? and later on, at dinner, when we didn't get the salad
it turned out we didn't want?
