South Fork Poetry: ‘Sunday’
By Bernard Goldhirsch
With his back to the dunes,
Harry reclines, his still-toned legs
Crossed at the ankles,
On a foot-rested beach chair,
Watching, on a laptop
Balanced on his hard-won abs,
An economist interviewed
On a book talk.
Offshore, roused by the wake
Of a shark-nosed hydroplane
Ferrying small-time gamblers,
Pockets and purses full of beads,
Texting their grandkids,
Whitman blows,
Melville breaches
And a jaeger robs a gull.
Bernard Goldhirsch is the author of the recent collection “Something Else.” He used to teach English in Brooklyn and now lives in Springs.