Seasonal And Holidays Past Journal

Salt Taffy At St. Armand's In Autumn

My good friend down at the seaside
has her daughter up by way of the
airlines, and I think of the
salty pretzels.

She's my old friend of maybe, twenty
some years. I dream that she asks
me to come with my mother
to St. Armands for just the salt water
taffy and be happy.
I see myself
pass up the brown suede jackets,
the monogramed sweat shirts, the
expensive fudge just to be with
her. Just to recall the
night we had dinner at Shell's
and I laughed at shelling peanuts
for a solid hour. That was before
Dad's dying.
When she visited,
I gave her daughter a blue-glass
sailboat, putting it in the palm
of her hand, and closing it,
saying Yes I love the seaside.
I am happy to be recovering,
a cosmic funeral in my eyes.