For Regan, on her birthday.
my feet buried deep in bountiful beach debris,
I bask in the glistening sun,
through tingling sea-salted lips letting slip
I like it like this,
listening to the foaming water hiss
between my toes lined with stony sea-grit,
wishing the sun would wait just one more hour
before sinking behind the tired clock tower.
And as the buildings assume a yellowish tone
I begin to feel blue in this mellowing town,
for the numbing sound of the tolling bell,
a calm, gentle and timely farewell,
can’t help but ricochet like a hellish echo,
for how in the hell can I possibly go
and hold this moment forever only in my memory?