Rocky Point

We laughed out loud and kept walking along the beach My cousins and I stopping every few feet to pick up shells and hold them to our ears wondering which would be louder the world inside or the one outside Paul would scare us with horseshoe crabs and Joan and I would screech weak and feminine gladly bowing to his fearless boyishness before jumping into the waves hoping we had forever until our mothers would call us to dinner and we had to grow up just a little more