Coney Island Redux

sun-drenched

summer

            Sundays

the hot             sand

a teaming patchwork

of multicolored blankets

surrounded by a glorious symphony

of blaring rock stations . . .
barking vendors . . .
screaming rollercoasters . . .

all        music to my ears

how could I ever forget

this onetime

magical

openair Shangri-la

the cool
Brooklyn
breeze
stirring
lovers
happy
young

their bodies entwined

under a rented umbrella

alive and in sync

with the hypnotic cadence of breaking waves

kissing

the

shore

Mwah! . . . Mwah! . . . Mwah!

John Califano