under the boardwalk

with five
or ten dollars in our pockets

we had the courage
and foolishness

to hitchhike to ocean
city.

standing on the side of
the road
with our sleeping bags,

our long hair
on our shoulders.

did we worry, not at all.
we had the promise

of the beach in our minds.
girls.

sand, surf. sun.
we had no clue what we'd eat,
or where
we'd sleep.

we just had to get there.
get there on
our own.

the carnival of
a boardwalk was fine.
we'd call it
home.