Sensed Memories
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Along the railroad tracks hundreds of miles from the sea. Far from the fish/damp/seaweed tang
I meet the ocean as the tar from the ties dissipates upward (especially in sear of summer)
Like an imagined boardwalk. And I’m all
freedom of youth
salty skin
crisp t-shirt
tan edging on burn
cheap thrill rides
loud, tinny rock
games
caramel apples and saltwater taffy
imagining holding hands
limitless life and buddies
questions left to the adults
late afternoons spilling into hoped for endless nights
the cusp of adolescence and the unnamed ache, fear and coming changes
Wildwood by the Sea
