The photos of this summer- waves

As immortal as what the eye

Catches, clicks, and saves,

Pre-arranged against the sky,


Ocean whited-out, exactly

As we were back then,

And what tans we lacked we

Made up for in lotion-


Came back to us destroyed,

Color drained as if by night,

Beaches null and void,

A carnival in black and white:


As if the time, as always simply hoped

When the worlds we doted on eloped.



August 25th and 27th, September 3rd, 2008