Watching you go…

A jet plane broke the sky
with its sonic boom,
then zipped it back again
with a great white contrail
tugging memories of beach days
when banners hovered over the ocean

…Coppertone ads and Phillips Crab House,
Bunting’s Deep Sea Fishing,
‘Come hithers’ fluttered as those planes,
as common as gulls, darted back and forth
like dragon flies with rumbling stomachs
and the sun boiled down,
made bearable by a benevolent breeze
and the salty spume from a wave rolling in to the shore
where you sat with your morning coffee
far removed from the gathering crowds
and this day of jet planes
that travel beyond my horizon.

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