thinking about Boardwalk
fried
chicken
from ocean city.
Thrasher's fries,
with little tubs
of vinegar and ketchup.
i can feel
the hot boards of summer
on my feet.
the blistering sand.
i hear the ocean,
smell the salt in the wind.
i can hear
the pin ball machines
in the penny arcades,
the crowds,
the auction house,
the swing of the Ferris
Wheel.
gulls are in the air.
it's July.
it's crowded, but peaceful.
a home
away from home
at seventeen.
i'm laying
my towel
in sand
then diving into the cold
water, that's the plan.
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