Where are those bodies
Oiled and sandy grit
That browned on this beach
Like a barbeque pit?
And those boys who threw frisbees
The girls who blew kisses
And all the dogs that ran
The men who swam?
Now strange huddled forms
Move up the beach
Booted feet sounding hard
On frozen sand, frozen seaweed
As the water ebbs,
Sheets of ice carpet a moonlit
Reflection
That dazzles the eyes
In the air of summer's death
Through misting breath.

01/12/1979

Posted on 10/31/2014
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