Poem: One of an Infinite Number of Summers

The smell of fresh cut grass
Hot dogs grilling and chlorine
On wet bikini clad bodies
All the trappings of summer
Days spent wasted on love

Poem: Sweltering

Day
Breaks
On sand
Suntan skin
Darkening in sun
Sweltering in sweat for pleasure

Poem: The Living Part One

She holds a hand wrinkled by age
A long the sand cooling I sunset
While younger couples run by
Hand in hand laughing between kisses
Reminding her of a young blond
In a polka dotted bikini at the beach
On spring break in nineteen seventy one