back to the summer, I turn
long drives east to the coast
dogging drivers with a toast,
feeling bolder than most,
random selection guides us
to our unique destination,
along the shore we sit,
feet in the water
butts in the sand
a cold brew in one
pole in the other hand,
country sounds on the phone
not caring who is at home,
when it is time to go in
we resist as best we can,
looking at the moon
looking back at us
wondering with a grin
if we just have arrived
realizing too late
the water's at high tide.
December 16, 2025
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