D Street and Mayne

D street daydreams, watered down time, diluted with a soured lime, streaming like faces, caught in tour bus windows, shading eyes from mid day light, a winking glint on distant water, faint gulls cry winging over, far off sand dunes like snowy plover, wind blown hinting, salt and sea, as laughter floats formless, flotsam on warm custard breezes, sunlit sound of summers, backlit like animated mummers, captured in an iced tea lemon, told on a melting sno-cone, thrashed with an elephant's ear, boardwalk dusk fallow, shadows flow down to barnacled piling, tidal flow pounding rhythmically beguiling, captured moths in a porchlight, buzzing backbeat arc lamps, forms flit on a sultry street, walking stilted looking back, the grinding rasp of memory's regret, those fog bound wraiths that never forget, a young time touched by a different sun, warm sand hourglass that couldn't run out, west coast jubilee could never end... it ends... at the corner of D street and Mayne.