To My Oldest Friend

We used to walk under

the tunnel at Fire Island,

yelling nonsensical noises

just to feel the vibrations

bounce back and tickle our

sun-kissed ears--souvenir

jars filled to the brim with

misplaced sand grains

and crushed seashells.

Now, we skip the Mister

Softee’s ice cream cone

with chocolate sprinkles

on top, and save the calories

for a cold Heineken after a

long week of swaying

metal detectors across

the surface of a seemingly

endless beach, finding

nothing but copper coins

and disappointment.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

Always impressive--- things collected with an
old friend. The memories of laughter like music
across the sands.
A cold Heineken now with the same old friend
always enhanced by the sands trickling through the
little cells of memory. Never to be forgotten moments
and this is one.
Thank you for the tickle of an ancient sensation and more.
----- Eagle Cruagh

[ChemicalMadness]

This may seem strange, but it's an important element to me...I like your breaks. Your spots are well chosen. Solid imagery as well. I think you could dig a lot deeper with this one, if you were inclined.