Friday, July 16, 2010

Sand Pit Beach

The beach at the sand pit

was any shore you landed

since the river had left a sand deposit

bigger than the dredge line reach

but the favored spot was nearer parking

so the tunes from the eight track

the booming bass in the Cougar

always reserved the closest spot for that reason

made the season

or the far end where the last sand pile

made privacy possible for love making or a toke

since the muscle car drivers at the parking lot

there swilling brews knew nothing of either.

By Phil Specht on July 16, 2010

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