it doesn't get any better than this

behold the joyful beach goers
hiding their smokes and their drinks 

nipping and sucking on them 

they lay on their bellies 

on large colorful towels with music 

the whole universe takes on a 

a grand unctuous tone 

it doesn't get any better than this

it doesn't get any better than this

my father/ my son

my father
my son

hurry hurry

i am going to you

or you are coming

to me 

.

.

.

there is 
no urgency

i have decided 

to hold out

timelessly 
with unending love

----

in the past

in the past 

way past i was able to see

things clearly with out a lot 

sentimentality so i thought

i was sorry if it hurt folks

this truth i could see but sometimes

they needed to know  

what i knew

now i realize

i am drowning in sentimentality

as i always have been 

and in denial of this 

my excuses of clear thinking

were flimsy delusions 

that have wavered all these years

like fields of grass

----

LB