Hampton

I won’t miss

that blue and pink,

a landscape with 

so much to see

and nothing to do

but sit on the swing

and watch mosquitos

take blood.

I won’t miss 

that hot, fresh dew,

how it lived on

my elbows; feet

on melting blacktop,

suburban sidewalks

that lead to nowhere

but home.

I could cry

about leaving

but at this time

in the next year, 

those Hampton sands will 

be nothing but a

fever dream.