Fish Fry

I explored the ocean In an unlikely boat Red-checkered, tissue-lined A cardboard vessel of the sea Where fish was battered Dipped once, fried twice In oil that splattered On the fish fry presented to me Perfectly golden Fish and sun On that day Were my gifts from the sea

Threadbare

I still wear a t-shirt From when I had a teen crush Born from America’s pastime Raised on the days of summer When a AAA player Chasing the Major Leagues Skillfully stretched To catch more than flyballs With all the ease of cotton Yet, inevitably Pinholes appeared In the fabric Of time and place Where… Read More Threadbare

Flip-flop, Flip-flop

  Flip-flop, Flip-flop Here come the summer feet On the sandy beaches Or walking down the street They’re versatile, they’re casual They’re cool for sweaty feet They’re easily slipped on or off In the summer heat Flip-flop, Flip-flop Here come the summer feet If you choose to wear them You’ll never be discreet