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
aaugh!
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.
