After twelve friends road-trip to Boston for a concert, three of us wind up in Cape Cod. Ah, to be young and free.


On a Cape Cod Beach

I remember us three
Him and you and me
He is what he Iz
And was unaware, I think
That you were the player
And I was the game

We sat in the sand
And the breeze and the sun
In the languor of little sleep
Your hair was wild around your face
The sun a halo behind you
And I caught you looking at me

The look was not for me,
It was yours alone
Contemplative, gentle
Like a father gazing
Upon the sleeping mother
of his sleeping child

The look was real
And made it possible for you to steal
My heart away.
Then the playing resumed
And you tossed it back
Like a hot potato.



Poetry by Nancy Sikora
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Written on 2011-01-10 at 19:53

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
this captures the intensity of such moments perfectly, the flickering light, the flickering love, the the perfect moment, and the perfect moment lost.
2016-02-20


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
It doesn't matter which side of that I'm on, I hate when it happens. I begin by wondering what could have been, and end questioning what I thought I saw.
2011-01-16


countryfog
But for that one moment "the look was real" and has meant something to you all these years. We get so few of those and we need to treasure them, as you have.
2011-01-11



To be young and free, and feel that pain so intensely. What is it about the beach? The best, and I mean the very best day I ever had was on Martha's Vineyard when I was 15. One day in the sun, and a night that ended with a kiss that tasted like Crest.
2011-01-11