the ocean city boardwalk

i miss the smell

of the boardwalk, the salt

in the air,

the fried sugar,

the seafood and chicken.

pizza by the slice

from a window.

the swirls of cotton candy

stuck to the face

of children.

i miss the ping and bells

of the pin ball

machines.

the ocean at night, rolling

on and on.

the lace of waves.

the bloom of fireworks.

the lovers, just children,

hand in hand.

wanting life 

to always stay

this way.