Along the Oceanside
As we walked the warm air broke and swept over me like waves.
I puffed on a sweet cigar
passing the seafood placed down by the marina.
“we went the wrong way.”
The boats locked behind a cage sat vacant next to the boardwalk
where a thousand people played.
The salt clung to you like the smoke in the air,
sweet and salty the pair.
Passing families we joked and toked.
A stretcher came out of the clouds.
Four men carried it, but none spoke.
Five came back, all breathing heavy and scared.
Along the rocks I found a moment in between the time I exhaled and when the waves snuck up on me.
I pulled out a new cigar and lit it as we walked.
Smoke rose,
from me and the pits circled by teens.
It was Friday night, I forgot.
Work Tomorrow.
The smoke sweet like honey drizzled itself upon me whether I liked it or not.
Walking back along the West side of the marina we found a parking lot.
I shook the ashes off and they stuck to me like snow in the warm August evening.
Ahead a group of people gathered watching something.
In his sun-baked lawn chair he caught a manta ray.
He alternated wiggling the pole and pulling on the whiskey.
The polygon squirmed along the waters edge and I turned away,
taking another pull off my sweet cigar.
Later,
crossing the highway towards the ‘Oceanside Motel’ I thought how hot it is now at the end of my cigar and inhaled harder.
I sat on the patio and a wind blows,
wiping me down,
cooling me off,
but not cleaning away everything.
Copyright © Cooper Fitch | Year Posted 2018
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