Shoudda, Woudda, Coudda

Wood, Wind & Water

shoudda turned back at the ten-dollar
outta state parking, but he didn’t say no

to my idea, the day trip,
though, he wore a wide-brimmed hat
and his darkest glasses

parked by the beach, took the walkway
past fishermen bait boxes, yet he coudda said stop

to the sunlight skating on the sea like the smile on my face,
no, his gaze skipped and dropped like a rock

there’s a joint in the path, a place
where silver railings and stiff concrete
give way to weary wood

where i gave way to would

for my beloved was weathered
but, unlike the wind and the water,
i stopped reaching





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