white leather shoes
the long gravel driveway
the Pina Colada song,
Twilight is the loneliest time of day.
On the eighth day god created the tide
the tide is high but i’m holding on.
and it is not a fate worse than death
for there are no acts of nature
that tell us that.
death is the worst
and it does not come around again.
wiping the dust off the white leather tennis shoes,
now brown leather topsiders
and Halloween caves and tree caves
and old men raising young children
and now they too are gone.
old men alone in the park
old men, in Birkenstocks
and now they are gone too,
another life lived and gone.