Jones Beach 2021
At the boardwalk during the wrong
time of year, handling tea that
went long before you had parked
and watched the teenagers, in
their down-feather jackets, bounce
on the wood planks, walk backward
laugh. Maybe it scared you
to see them the same way
it did me, and when the
wind bit into your cheeks
slid between the gaps of your
fist and knuckles, turning some
flesh indigo, you’ll
own the sand, own the
oil tankers and cargo ships
skirting off the horizon.
Michael DeNicola attends Stony Brook University. He studies creative writing and enjoys writing poetry and fiction.
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Dirty Umbrella in The Shade
Intervening on a
dry spring mood,
she was there.
–
Under sheets, under
pliable temperatures
She was there.
–
Heftier, the tangible
things became
when the ice in her
glasses kissed.
–
An embryonic tilt
to her shade, she
was often there, but never here.
–
When he left
she was gone
in the summer air, like
steam, like smoke.
–
The art of taking,
the passion of what is
when she was never there.
Michael DeNicola attends Stony Brook University. He studies creative writing and enjoys writing poetry and fiction.
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