Yesterday was my birthday.
I like the day, the fifth of September.
Always close to or right on Labor Day weekend
It feels like a three-day holiday every year.
The ocean breeze and seaside beckon
pulling me towards a beach boardwalk
where I rejoice with perfect strangers
unaware that they are extras in my film blanc.
No towels or umbrellas, no chairs or accoutrements
No encumbrances whatsoever
Just salt in my hair and the end-of-summer sting
Right before school should begin.
Each year better than the last
A private new year celebration
Free to be me and happy to live life freely.
Looking forward to leaves on the ground
And the shofar’s sound
Hopes and dreams and silent screams
Echo through time with excitement sublime.
Yvonne Anzolone
September
6, 2021
Rockaway
Beach
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