the lost boys of a generation

Photo: Creative Commons

Photo: Creative Commons

~

a generation ago

along the sands of laguna

youth danced in a frail heat

~

though faces smiled, rippled bodies sank into sand

and we who escaped watched, waited

to see if they emerged from dunes for another day

~

at the Boom Boom

they stood in sandy corners

drowning in sandy spirits

~

brushing off listless grains

struggling to be heard

speaking broken words

~

then summer ended

and the boom boom faded

and sand rose silently

~

was it you

is it me

who’s the next boy lost

~

after a generation

the beach is once again a youthful beach

where feet leave imprints today after today

~

cool pacific breezes push sand in blankets

enveloping memories

in a patchwork of common threads

~

no one sees the sand

resting under layers of yesterdays

layers of lifelessness

~

what could have been

remains concealed under drifts

where living words seep without vowels

~

as their voices creep between our toes

we who remain still

hear the lost boys of a generation

~

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