JUST ADD WATER

Along the beach’s neon cosmos,
The sky is something to perfect
With inner tubes and cosmo’s,
Girls in summer retrospect;

Reading orange palms to make
Life lines out of towels and pails,
To marry for the ocean’s sake,
For these torches, for the sails;

And one of you, my dream:
Not from here and not this light,
But it turned out just the same
As my adolescent night.