Still summer. Don’t worry that summer
will be over. Summer is never over.
Memory is as real as summer. My father
bought a beach house with his Cornell roommate
Solly Stein inventor of the Puritron. Big
duplex on top of a sea wall on the Jewish beach
in Woodmont Connecticut next door to the Italian beach
though we rarely crossed over to the Italian side.
Those summers much longer than summers are now
slow days swimming lying on the rocky beach
imagining other summers when I
was older when I had a real life (I didn’t know those summers
were real life then) when I had a lover maybe even
a child or two when I had a good job and had seen
Africa Egypt Italy Israel when I could read
as much as possible even write my own sentences.
Abby and I would draw our lives on those rocks and
when the tide changed the rocks would be washed
clean and the next day we would draw our lives again.