A touch warm in the afternoons…
I’ve been in Delray Beach, Florida since Tuesday, and it is a very nice little “Village by the Sea.” Good food, lots of art galleries, and I’ve made a mammoth dent in my reading list. Perhaps I will compile an annotated list and post that…. For now, though, a poem. I’ve read “Howl: The poem that changed America” which is a collection of essays by writers on how they see “Howl.” Not terribly relevant to the poem, but it was the inspiration for the title:
Boxcars Boxcars Boxcars
We walk through this town
of palm trees and art galleries
and the salt-surf of the Atlantic.
Two blocks ahead, at Atlantic and 2nd,
the Japanese restaurant
where we will drink plum wine
and you will eat sushi.
Before us, flashing gates drop
impeding the flow of foreign cars.
Thunder and clank passing by,
you lean against a nearby wall,
cock your hip, trace your fingertips
at the hem of your skirt;
the strangers as held up as us
give you no pause.
The beginning of an erection
as I watch Midnight Plum
nails trace circles on your thigh
and I weigh the consequences.
Silence. Cars pass.
You take my arm
and set off for California Rolls.