You engage a semicolon and chalk up another lap
trying to snag a moment of immortality
with ospreys on the breakers
at the tip of the Cape . . .
a perfect day . . . a perfect costume . . .
your younger self trying to elbow in
but you surprise the nosebleed section
with a crossover dribble
and set the stage
for another take on
Long Days Journey Into Night
conceived in one of the dune shacks
you visited followed by high tide
and an arpeggiated welcome
by the piano player at The Moors
who upon seeing you announced
shipwreck! . . .
You envision a write-up or a white-out
but words are slow
which is OK because odysseyites on holiday
are standing down
waiting for the call to exercise
their right to farm
with its green light ignoring nuisance lawsuits . . .
You're at loggerheads
deconstructing time and loving it . . .
so why shouldn't the exasperated
in the green room pay homage to last month's winners
in the Pick Up Stix Contest
touting fast casual Asian cuisine? . . .
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