Exerpt, "Two Ghosts",
from the poem:
A PHOTOGRAPH OF OCEAN BEACH
.....I'm thinking of myself,
of slipping into my yellow tee shirt,
jeans sitting low,
dancing with everyone, but mostly alone.
Of tasting a coke
and licking a lemon.
Of wading across the floor
at the Sea Turtle Bar, my shoes disappearing
in a blaze of purple strobes,
my bare feet lifting in levitation
to Jumping Jack Flash.
Of knowing the time is close
to winding down the dance,
and I have to go back to my life
past the door where the children sleep.
The next words I say will be in sunshine,
and a beach with umbrellas
might calm my edgy spirit
till the night again takes me and the music
a downbeat away from The Dead,
or a short glide from home.