LONGBOAT KEY HILTON
I'm trying not to look at the young couple
kissing in the shallow water across from me.
They're trying not to look at me either,
but more out of a kind of embarrassment
for the way I've stumbled into their lives,
stop looking at the girl, her breasts made beautiful
by the moon and the restless, white reflections
of the water, and then I see her face, how open
it is, how happy she is to be here, to be away
from the kids, or maybe they're not even married, but
there's that tenderness, and though
I didn't care for him at first,
what with the long, blonde curls
and the muscles and the Gold's Gym swim suit,
there's a certain innocence about him too,
about the happy, almost embarrassed way
he is already remembering that other place,
that place that is theirs alone,
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