beach food galore

as we

sit on the bench at Rehobeth Beach,

relaxing on the short

boardwalk,

licking

our third ice cream cone of the week,

we look out

at the people passing by,

with their shadows getting

progressively larger

by the minute,

we realize that vacation

is about eating and getting

a sunburn

and buying

t-shirts

with memes

on the front and back.

there goes a corn dog walking by.

cotton candy,

a pink bright cloud

of it in a child's hand.

the Bobbsey twins are both

eating a large slice

of pizza as they waddle forward

in their

moo moos and flip flops.

and oh my, is that a funnel

cake?

a chicken leg?

do i pray tell see a glazed

donut

and a moon pie?

there's the sweet smell of

chocolate covered

fried waffles

in the sea air

while diabetic seagulls hover

nearby.

i see a clothing store on the corner.

selling stretch pants,

hopefully they have a pair

in my new size.

prayer sent up.

i suggest that maybe

on the way home we can

break into

that box of saltwater taffy

that you bought for your mother,

she'll never know.