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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