The blue shirt with a stiff plastic back
lands under the front row, which is still
wet from the chlorine splashes of dolphins.
I’ll be a hero today, find the shirt’s owner.
High in the bleachers, a girl
too injured to grow up early,
walks with her plastic cane.
Her mother thanks me.
They both wear pale blue,
and the bunting flutters the turrets.
There is no wooden rollercoaster
no chlorine under my bare feet either
when I stumble to the kitchen
turn on the oven light
contemplate the toilet and the
boom of the waves and
my next decision:
sleep, or ride out the night wondering.
About the Creator
Ari Gold
Filmmaker, writer, drummer. Guinness World Record holder for air-drumming.
Poems published in Tablet Magazine: arigoldfilms.com/poems
Watch my movies on Amazon or at AriGoldFilms.com.
Follow on IG, Twitter: @AriGold
Drum podcast: HotSticks.fm
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