…We walk the snakey mound left from the
Old in”urban track
On summer nights.
The humid stillness
Broken by wrap-around winds..stirring
In the mounded leaves
tossed carelessly aside by our little march.
The carnival of our universe
The roar of skaters pounds against the shouts
Of night swimmers..
And the clank of miniature cars
rounding their small track.
Under the stars dancers dance..
striped with jukebox rainbows
Until show time..free showtime.
Tom Mix and Hop Along Cassidy
teach us their violent morality
and all those families
on quilts and blankets spread
upon the dusty grass...
babies asleep in Coaster wagons
or on their mothers’ arms..
Fruit jars of cold tea and jelly sandwiches
The smell of popcorn and warm lake water
lapping at the boardwalk
Was heady stuff..