pierce's barbeque

the first time there,

i was 18.

a mere fifty years ago.

but the shack

still stands.

the pit full of fire

and wood.

the yellow aprons of

the servers.

the line at the window.

large men

and women, children

in their shadows.

it's somewhere

between here

and there on the way

to the beach.

barbeque to go.

barbeque to eat

inside or out.

it's on your shirt,

your sleeve.

your cheeks.

it's sugary and spicy at

the same

time.

like you my dear.

like you.

both warm

and sweet.