guests arrive
and congregate
barefoot with beercans
little black dress black
stockings straight seams
tall men fold their arms
grow beards wear shades
and stand with feet apart
an attitude
of some importance
someone's small daughter
in a white satin dress
building a sandcastle
celebrant in pale blue
the guests distinguished
by sense of purpose from
fishermen sunbathers
a beach
full of sightseers
until the bride arrives
you'll not remember me
though the house might touch
a chord if someone
drives you down this street
I was the one wanting
more than I was given
both hands around what
I had
wanting more
the one chasing the new
experience the heights in my
vision
clinging to security
found here precariously
you'll not remember
I had to write
and you
may read me as some stranger
with your fat old hands
patting the page