Keylime

A man breathes life into latex

balloon animals come alive

The air smells of salt

and the sand prickles my thigh

I hear the the soft ocean waves

Under the waves of speech

I look at my mother's face

peering into the past

She's oblivious

oblivious to me

Peaceful evenings

I long for such as this

A child's present never feels future's eyes.

I long for key lime,

a tangy sweet bite

But it leaves a sour taste on my tongue

The harmony of flavor

long gone...

I had 3 tiers

Each perfect

A time I'd never see a glutton in the mirror

Nevertheless

3 tiers

shared among 4

Just out of reach

an echo of a wave

missing, blurry, just out of focus

This night is just a whisper

Navarre, Florida

Pensacola beach

My childhood

a lock safe for my memories

Balloon animals dance in the shadows

As salt water haunts my nose

I never felt the eyes of the future