Cajole me in from the porch of shore to tiptoe over daggering shells, following the sun’s andante into the pickling. From waves to troughs, I enter the measure to keep up with the conductor, calling rest an accord. Out of doubt’s earshot, I don’t wonder, Did we leave too few lovers? Any other one too many. Young, we left together. Now our verses double as chorus—the song carries itself. At night, we follow our daughters down the beach beneath a parting moon, the darkness all our palace.
MAX HEINEGG‘s poems have appeared in 32 Poems, Thrush, Nimrod, The Cortland Review, and Love’s Executive Order, among others. He lives and teaches in Medford, MA, where he is also the co-founder and brewmaster of Medford Brewing Company.