City of tanned, brawny shoulders
Diversity is not linked with perversity
Local Michealangelos sculpt the sand
Into castles
Where no royalty resides
And disappear with the elements
But don't we all...?
I heard there was once a wooden rollercoaster
On this first public beach
Bikers like sentries
Lined outside the bars
Fried dough
The manna of the street.
Now..
A ton of Goya
In the markets
Beans, rice
And all that exotic spice
Piles of pescado
A bazar of sardines...
My own tongue
Is a foreigner here
I hear the staccato
Of Spanish
That musical rush of words
So flush with emotions.
The Jewish Delis on Shirley Ave
Are gone
Katz's Dr. Brown's Cream Soda
The solid blocks of knishes
The endless brisket on rye...
Revere Beach
You are still straight, no chaser.
But the micro apartments pock
The street
For the fleet—footed commuters
And their computers.
Revere Beach
Wind swept by the seminal ocean
The gulls scream at this gray-bearded
Whitman
Munching on a bagel
As he slouches to
The sea.
Doug Holder is on the board of the New England Poetry Club and teaches creative writing at Endicott College. His latest poetry collection is " I ain't gonna wait for Godot, no more" ( Wilderness House Press)
Co-President of the New England Poetry Club
Boston Area Small Press and Poetry Scene http://dougholder.blogspot.com
Ibbetson Street Press http://www.ibbetsonpress.com
Poet to Poet/Writer to Writer http://www.poettopoetwritertowriter.blogspot.com
Doug Holder CV http://www.dougholderresume.blogspot.com
Doug Holder's Columns in The Somerville Times
https://www.thesomervilletimes.com/?s=%22Doug+Holder%22&x=0&y=0
Doug Holder's collection at the Internet Archive https://archive.org/details/@dougholder
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