A certain bright sadness
lites on labor day weekend; hangs
dreamily
in the humid
suspended, salty breeze
jealous echoes long
for June’s fervent repaid promise
its budding, revivifying
fulgent summer sun

Passing seasons prompt an image:
giddy, peace-seeking beach pilgrims
beneath pastel-colored parasols
and savagely handsome
brawny bearded gadabouts
rugged faceless men
– mostly
the ones wade nakedly
seeking treasures
in their tightly-tailored
flesh-colored suits
knee-high through low-tide
sea marshes
and gilded scorching sand dunes
the ones, no one
ever hardly…
rarely ever, seems to meet

Driving mindlessly
barring on-ramps
choking route 6 from use
staking claim to my beaches
buying blue fish in schools
blocking tables to devour
my outer cape lobster
in candlelit, oceanfront hipsterants
they pillage my stores
imbibe at my bars
dance the night
to electronic beats

On tight steamy floors
make love to the eager
our sightless, our jaded
our local strangers
then suddenly, they vanish
like a sprightly ocean wolf
beneath the towering
rhythmic surf, an inhale
then a ROAR
falls crashing, and it shimmers
‘neath a longing harvest moon…
bequeathing
incandescent essence
to’n abandoned
silver shore