17
03
2006
On the beach….
watching,
among other things, the youth.
Teens we thought, but
were probably slightly over 21,
tramping about in the sand,
their hands constantly touching (groping?)
each other.
As I read APR (American Poetry Review)
I wondered if they wondered why
I’m sitting here reading stuff that appears
indecipherable and intellectual and
no doubt to them totally boring.
And I think….
who is the smarter? They
who are totally experiencing life
as fully as possible
or me and my meager attempt
to simply write about it?
I’m tempted to wake up my wife and say,
‘Let’s play?, let’s fondle, touch, kiss,
run and get wet in the surf together….
There is time for writing later.
RonRusso 2006
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