Two Poems

by Rebecca Lehmann

Carrabelle Beach

This music makes me feel like getting drunk.
The potbellied afternoon ambles across the highway

and we’re two nobodies in our rainbow beach chairs,
dirty feet burrowed into sand and rotting seaweed.
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