Manomet (A Summer Town)
Sneaking into the condo pool
late at night.
Sliping silently away from home.
All four of us sleep on the beach
meeting the locals each time we go.
The smell of cigars and beer looms over us .
Shouts of laughter can be heard from
Stop and shop is so far away
but we walk there anyway,
only to find that our shoeless sandy
Feet are not allowed inside.
The air crisp and light
From a distance the beach shimmers
And dreams of tomarrow simmer
in our brains.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2011 EDITION]
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