As you danced in the street

Barbara Croker,
at 22 with the green door,
with ‘mustn’t grumble back’
and ‘legs that’ll manage’
will dream
of falling under
cat-eye stars
where wind screams
not like seagulls
wanting fish
sea fresh
nor a man
winter
skinny-dipping
but like a mother
seeing
her boy
as waves
divide
today from tomorrow
when she will awake
to old photographs,
summer beach smells,
and a hand still reached for.

Reach Poetry

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