Into red waters
the sun itself dissolves
They frolic on sand
gathering towels like memories
to capture and contain
a good day
There will be traffic
automobiles slow pacing each other
more pulse than push.
one hand on the steering wheel
she rests the other lightly on his leg
capturing the linger of beach heat.
The friend and his woman asleep in the back seat
He reads license plates
DUCM 37, Do you see Me 37.
B4UR, Before you are, before you are what?
before I am what?
always the same, a long drive,
too much busy, so many things need doing
too much waiting. Messages, messages
Oh. And what am I?
before I am dead and gone forever
before I am old, worn out and decrepit
before I can become
the whatever it is that I am
Harold Garde splits his time between Belfast, Maine, and New Smyrna Beach, Fla. He is a painter with work in permanent museum and significant private collections. He is the subject of several art films that have been broadcast on Public Television in Florida, Maine and Wyoming, including one in the ongoing Maine Masters series. His play, The Rec Room, was selected and performed in the Maine Fifteen Minute Play competition and later at the Atlantic Center for the Arts in Florida. In addition, a solo exhibition of his art work just concluded at the Orlando Museum of Art in Florida.
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— Kathrin Seitz, editor, and Cheryl Durbas, co-editor
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