(Special thanks to The Drifters)
This morning, well before dawn, even though I’m
waking up in the still semi-permafrosted north,
no chance of the tarred roof catching fire (no matter
how hard the sun may come beating down later)
it seems like, even this early, when it might be
least expected, I can hear it clearly: the sound
of bare feet traipsing on a boardwalk, the sound
of a happy carousel spinning in a park overhead.
And I could really go for one of their hot dogs or
maybe some french fries for breakfast. But no.
I know it’s all in my head. And besides, I don’t
have fireproof feet; all that sunshine’s bad for
what’s left of my skin. I guess I’d best just stay
right here, have my fun before the sun comes
up, avoid the carousel and boardwalk; stay put,
stay right here under this blanket with my baby.