By Scott Novak
He dons a hawaiian,
chosen with the utmost of care,
peruses the library.
What will be the narration of the day?
Contemporary music on stereo behind him,
he pauses as the staircase creaks.
No need to worry.
G talks to her mother outside,
wafting through his bedroom window from the yard below.
The boardwalk awaits.
Maybe she’ll be there.
Her roommate is,
eyeing the glistening beach spread before her,
strewn with a myriad of bronze wonderment,
no facet of its sparkling skin
quite like the neighboring one.
He holds his breath and lets it go slowly.
Sighs and wonders.