It’s about how seagulls drifted over the tan sand and stitched the sky
about a beach and waves not too fierce so when the inner tube went flat we weren’t afraid
and just hung onto that flat tire as air left and water entered until it sank
about how even Liz and Marilyn our feeblest swimmers got back to shore
and how Marilyn stretched out on the sand and Liz sank down next to her and how the rest of us collapsed
on the striped blankets and lit up Luckies and horsed around as the seagulls circled
signaling the end of summer.
EDITOR’S NOTE: This poem was selected from entries submitted to our Creative Challenge Series #2: Word Salad, which required that the words bolded in the text must be included. Read other Creative Challenge winners. To find out how to participate, go to Creative Challenges.