Footsteps clatter
fairy tales crossing
a wooden bridge
or the slow ascent
metal wheels, the rackety thrill
Flags fly high
over the original immersive idea
a theme park
a triggered memory
what a Boardwalk ought to be
sands slipping away with the offshore currents
You know what friendship is
tides, currents, water sliding by
and suddenly you have a point bar or a barrier island
a towering rollercoaster on shore
a soft smile in your mirror
March 6, 2020