It's only a matter of time,
he says, till they try again.
There may be a warning--
there may not. So just know.
Everybody says.
he says, till they try again.
There may be a warning--
there may not. So just know.
Everybody says.
Sun ricochets off the waves
and the siren begins
ereely unconstrained.
Bathers stampede towards the changing huts.
I crouch over my baby
tell the preschooler arms over her head
It's nothing, I say. Nothing
to fear. The wail dies.
See, not even a boom, I sooth.
These days, these weeks,
in a shark mouth
propped open with a stick
ready to snap.
An egret scries the murkey water
then plungers, silver
flailing in her beak.
Two weeks till first grade,
two weeks till kindergarten
We balance at the soupy cusp
of the turning year.
