Doing Time, Tidewater Beach
We always tied our shoes
on the abandoned steps
at Tidewater Beach
one side halfway in the sand
David used to carry plastic buckets
pour salt water
over Mom's corned feet
wash seaweed off her toes.
I want him out of those
khaki two piece johnnies
those state issue T-shirts
and fake leather work boots.
I want to see him jump
on his Harley
rev those side handles
brace his back
kick into the starter
move like hell
onto Penders Beach
Ride that bike all the way
down the wooden stairs
run into the black-eyed surf
and scream so loud
the sharks will get out of the way.
It’s time.