After the 30th reunion I wrote this poem:

(Poem for dear classmates):

Florida reunion's
returning
(but never home again)
to the (once) magic kingdom
of

(LIVE BABY (caiman),
and (South American) SEASHELLS,
a (mangled) manatee,
souvenirs floating up
on seawaves
(of nostalgia)
higher than the tide (of condominiums)
eroding (memories of) once familiar beaches);

our youth's endless summer
of white hot sand;
a thousand suns that drowned each day
in deep and perfumed nights
of honeysucklejasmine
orangeblossomgardinas and
(good) domestic beer.

5/01/02