Right now I want to view the Atlantic
from above -- Highlands, NJ, the Twin Lights
near Max’s old home. Gazing out through thick
vegetation and old rusty fence, sight
blue water enfolding but not flooding
Sea Bright’s ancient slender landmass of shops
and homes. Take me there, Muse. Keep my loving
eyes on that wandering beach, sea-oat crops
where I set tense scenes for that old screenplay.
Revisit those characters caught up in
drama to change our world. Take me away
to old friends’ dear smiles, those bright nights we’d spin
a playwright’s tale on stage, then raise steins after.
Make mine booze-free now, but bring back the laughter.
Roger Armbrust
March 29, 2020
