DAY # 203: Poem for the day

#203

Our Perfect Summer’s Evening

                              For Loren and Colette

We walked to a small lobster place

in the nock of a Martha‘s Vineyard harbor. 

We ate bowls of clams cooked

in their own sea water, white wine and lemon. 

Sometimes we dunked the clams

into butter, all the liquid rolled down our arms

off our elbows. unless we mopped

          it up quickly while the taste

          took over and satisfied us. 

Afterwards we ate bread and salad,

we washed our hands, arms and faces,

paid the bill and walked out on the long

pier to watch the sun finish its journey

below the horizon

          leaving the sky a bright red orange.

He took pictures of us

3 girls giggling, pleased

with ourselves, all red and dark,

a little burnt and squeaky clean,

our hair drying

          stripes of blond beginning

          to appear.

written a while ago on a night like tonight by the sea.

July 21, 2015  Flags at half mast

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