You will re-position the flogger before the surf
comes up again, taking sure aim at high-tide.
All these Summer cottages now are arrayed,
stacked one after the other for the crowd to
come. All those Parkway guests and Route
9 rats, they'll be back by May, with their
sodas and pretzels and beer, ready and
willing and able again, if not so sincere,
to take their place and replay their year.
Tanned mothers, endlessly trying, day
after day, to recreate the tenor of that
voice they once had, shall stalk forward
in their Lexi and Benz. Meet for the
morning and chat for the day, all these
Barbies going on about Kens.