1950’s
prying open sticky eyelids mom in the doorway
on early humid mornings as she left for work
qlone I stretch my waking body hear the birds
the sounds of summer mornings
on early humid mornings as she left for work
smell of heated asphalt rising to meet
the sounds of summer mornings
not a breeze heavy underlying quiet
smell of heated asphalt rising to meet
voices carry as workmen shovel
not a breeze heavy underlying quiet
we leave right away, walking, laughing
voices carry as workmen shovel
black canvas bag flung over right shoulder
we leave right away, walking, laughing
sticking to lacquered woven straw BMT seats
black canvas bag flung over right shoulder
running along hot sand jumping on blanket corners
sticking to laquored woven straw BMT seats
barefoot we collect splinters from the boardwalk
running along hot sand jumping on blanket corners
fries hot dogs knishes frozen custard
barefoot we collect splinters from the boardwalk
burning skin feels alive
screaming into the sea
fries hot dogs knishes frozen custard
muscles flexing dancing bluebird tattoos
burning skin feels alive
screaming into the sea
bodies clinging in shadows under the boardwalk
muscles flexing dancing bluebird tattoos
orange shirted Lifeguards bobbing on catamarans
bodies clinging in shadows under the boardwalk
we sing, Sha Boom Sha Boom dayadadayada ya
orange shirted Lifeguards bobbing on catamarans
BMT home filled with suits and high heels
we sing, Sha Boom Sha Boom dayadadayadaya
the sounds of summer mornings
Martha Klein Henrickson 2002