a little time

my mom was a babe
she was worn out by the time i arrived
then it wasn’t long until daddy
blew the clambake to high heaven
i can still smell the bay heading into port a
summer sand heat tar salt water sun
a vanilla milkshake and the roar of the surf
after a while we quit going to the beach
forever

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