hottest day of the year thus far lummi kids
might have hit 80 splatter in water
sticky, hot, been in town off the ferry dock
i go to the beach
to wade, to cool
my soft winter feet
prickled and tickled by the gravel
cold water aches to the bone
travels up, clasps my heart in hard grip
i back out, yelping
. . . . .
*Copyright 2010 by Luther Allen. This poem appears in The View from Lummi Island.