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11/10/11 - (2)
On the Beach
This frenetic Thursday afternoon, While working on poems I've written for you, Celebrating our once-in-a-love-time romance, I spoke with you, Linda, Far too briefly, When you phoned me, From Hollywood Beach, Expressing your desire that I be there, In a lounge chair, beside you, Under your orange-and-blue umbrella, Reading, daydreaming, snoozing, Squeezing your hand, Leaning over to kiss your cheeks, lips, Both of us wading into the ocean To soothe our heated flesh, Braving the cold waves, Sharing the serenity you're experiencing,
And all I could think to say was "I'm jealous as hell. And as soon as we hang up, I'm going to shred ten reams of paper, Spread the xerox confetti All over my office floor, Strip down to my bikini briefs, Prop up my black Totes pocket umbrella, Melt into my ergonomic chair, And pretend you'll be here, beside me, For the next eight days, On my Hollywood Beach, Until I'm in Florida, again, In a lounge chair, beside you, Under your orange-and-blue umbrella, Reading, daydreaming, snoozing, Squeezing your hand, Leaning over to kiss your cheeks, lips . . ."
11/10/11 - (2)
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