Denny Blaine

28 young men by themselves naked with the lake.

28 blue, purple, and maroon glass shards in concrete.

28 years chewing the moment before the clouds come

with molars, seeping pulp, straining tongues.

Dirt and rocks coarse on feet between wriggling toes.

Men by the lake and themselves using language, remember

ing their bodies. They sit with a distant boombox, crash

ing water, cracking beer can, 2 friends talking about lunch,

and the world — hold it inside for a while, watch

the ripples catch the light only now, this way.

Men alone on the beach before the clouds.

Skinny Dipping, South Beach

for Chris and Washington

our clothes are heaped a mess on dirt and stone.
we run, the darkness opens and we fall

under the sting. my special friend, oh where
will dawn collapse in foaming bodies now

that we dissolve? the algae bloom or bones
we leave behind in empty sneakers, damp

reminders, boxer briefs will show how 
we were here once, for a moment.

Joe Nasta is vibing in Seattle. He has whispered five books of poetry and a collection of short stories into the world. Ze is an associate editor for Hobart Pulp and a marine engineer.

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