Evicted Bikini & Crewcut
Which August? The one we were evicted
onto Liguria's Costa Azzurra‑‑
where in our tiny beach cottage bed‑loft
you lounge nude and read and eat grapes
and I love it? A bikini, a crewcut
out of the Sixties, our last summer alive
as young couple‑‑in snapshots that've aged
too beautifully. Toward an erstwhile jock
not yet a bookworm this his luminous girl
slim enough now to be your own daughter
still comes wading ashore, comic Venus
in sea weed she's letting drool down
over her own wet tresses and nose burn,
while sun burning on water shows two
happily frowning into the lens, no idea
they're more than good looking, clueless
how good those looks could become.
