What a shock to find the person
you would most like to meet
Holding a glass of wine at a party
for a holy festival by the sea.
Such people haunt post offices
with large eyes and cell phones,
Speak like multiethnic travelers
in rural, homogenous zones
And take photographs to design
things that address the era.
They drink bitter indigenous tea
with lemon and agave nectar,
Smoke herb with glee and dance
to electro-hop sans shame.
I met one who was like a dream
and became the harbinger
For new love, when split logs fell
from axe to driveway, it was
Time to run around the house
and thank stars above the ocean.
From Lucas Hunt’s latest collection, “Hamptons,” published by Thane & Prose. A former Springs resident who studied in the M.F.A. program at Southampton College, he runs Hunt Auctioneers.