An ode to summer: Your reader-submitted photos (and a poem!)
Updated: Thursday, September 1, 2016, 8:04 PM
THIEVES OF AUGUST by John Timpane
You kiss him on the sand and a rainbow arcs From ocean to ocean. At her feet lies A horseshoe crab, postcard from the Paleozoic. Those Kids stole summer and ran down the beach. Don’t Let them get away.
Above our house a storm builds like the end; only Yesterday, sunset turned skies to blood streaked Gold. A black pier shimmers on the waters. Don’t let them Get away, those kids running down The beach, stealing summer.
Our mornings lay together, painted kayaks, our noons Yachts at harbor, our nights Rocky Road, the Ferris wheel, The Strand at Ocean City. If it was Wildwood, if it was Cape May, if it was LBI, those three kids Running, they’re getting away with summer —
While the black shell curls in his palm Like the future. Jersey, and we felt like Singing. Storms were best, right after, rainbows Nowhere to nowhere, three kids Running like mad down the beach, stop …
Let’s boat down the inlet one last dusk. Let our Wake trouble the bedspread of still water. Let the bridge disappear into twilight, let the dog Trot forever by the tide — but don’t let Summer get away with those kids.
Bring them back, the beachgrassy dunes, sails, Breakers curling iron-gray against day’s end, Ice cream so good you let it drip on your shoe. We waited Until everyone was sky-watching, and then we Stole summer and ran, ran down the beach.