Macaroons

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Reminiscent of Macaroons

I entered the small cabana one early day,
Got dressed for the beach, took out the canvas chair,
Arranged my post on the boardwalk, poured latté
And sat to watch the bathers take the air.

The old ones fussed, all sputters and feathers and gears.
The very young shouted out “you’re it!”
Teens beheld imaginary mirrors,
Wiggled and tussled, then flopped for a bit.

A seaworthy blossom of a girl zephyred by,
Reminiscent of macaroons. Her
Everlasting love striding beside.
Satisfied for now, I folded my chair,

Packed up sights and smells for later traces,
Back in the world of measured lines and spaces.

Jack Wilson
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