Feb 272010

by Bill Gillard


early morning after

the wake

I turn my face

into the rain

the desert rain on

Fort Monmouth dunes

a formal garden

when death’s the subject

her name’s Sandy Hook

poison ivy legs

sand between her toes

the rumor of love

Highlands Twin Lights

my arm around her shoulder

we walk east

she’s all around us

we walk east uphill

me and Sandy

fight the stinging rain, the easterly

mounding salt wave and dune

in our path until we’re beaten

so we heave west

to find out if she’s gone

the bay side mud

sucks at our bare feet

in the distance

destroyers load their nukes at Earle