We used to go swimming at Dixie Belle Curve
after the day's work was over.
Chief was like
the Captain of a Huckleberry Party. He liked to
gather coquina
in a wire basket. Dr. Dailey had
a stryofoam boogie board. He shot his big toe
off
in a hunting accident. "Hang nine, Doc," I hollered.
"Serviette,
Miss Follansbee?" He said whoever had
short, curly black hair was leaving
them in the shower.
Mommy, Mommy, can I lick the bowl? Shut up
and flush it.
I know, sophomoric. Kid stuff.
Joe built WindMark Beach there
and rerouted
Highway 98.
When Adam delved,
and Eve span,
who was then,
the gentleman?