in their tiny bikinis and caused the drivers to slow down
to have a peek before passing the train track?
Who still craves the slimness that they
once felt when wriggling into a swimsuit
and stretching taut on a favorite towel
where probable suitors walked down to have a look?
Who recalls the warm sand that was
lovely when you first arrived that you can still
feel it between your toes and under your backside
but then got so hot you couldn’t walk on it?
Who wants to forget the guys coming
up from Corner Brook with special gadgets and backup
to see if there was anyone about who
they could pick a fight with on the beach?
Who thinks often about the walks on the beach
with a sibling or special friend or boy or girl friend
the toe dipping at the edge of the lake to
decide if you want to walk out slowly or dive right in?
Who shys away from memories of wiener roasts
and cozy chats sitting on driftwood while someone
stoked the fire and after midnight liasons close to the tree line
when others were gone home for the night?
Photo by Sheila Evans and used with her permission