with your blonde hair
sparkling in the summer’s sun,
your smile skipping on the water,
long legs curled up in the sand.
Making love on Fenwick Island,
me so clumsy and so eager,
you so patient and so wise –

The boats of evening
trace homeward paths
across the sound
shadowed in the twilight’s lilac hue.
But your path was never homeward
and you left me in your wake.
You left, like fading summer

I remember you as sunlight
through those Delaware pines.
Are you still hitching some golden highway
chasing down that long promised dream?
Still, the echo of your footfall
on the breath of coming summer
sees me tired and lonely

This poem as original published on my MySpace blog, Full Mental Jacket, on 04/05/2006

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