J P Marmaro Poet Free verse

On Fire Island

We stood upon the ripe
Dunes
Looking down upon the shorn
Tops
Of holly trees wading in the
Sunken
Hiatus, splayed between 
Ocean
And Great South 
Bay.
The lawntrees were 
Rippling
In the fervid air. Then
Catlike 
We plunged into the cool 
Emerald 
Arbored depths: Everything is
Green
Like her sunglasses there.

This little poem is another rare piece of juvenilia preserved from my college years at UF (1977-80). 

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Cheryl Hoffman December 31, 2017 at 7:50 PM Your poem title caught my eye as I used to go swimming at Fire Island…great poem John!~Che :) J P Marmaro February 14, 2019 at 7:25 PM Hi-- a MUCH delayed thank you!

Maureen McGreavy Pigeon Tart December 31, 2017 at 11:36 AM Wonderful imagery! J P Marmaro February 14, 2019 at 7:26 PM Hello-- I'd just joined the day I posted this, sorry for the long, LONG delay in thanking you!