Jetty
Lauren Young
dedicated to Heidi, Becky, and Brittani
We tiptoe from rock to rock
on the 1st Street jetty
in the darkness,
lights glowing from the Boardwalk.
Our feet flex to grip the slickest boulders,
arms out like gull-wings.
Our skirts ruffle in the briny
breeze. The air sticky,
sea spray misting my glasses,
flip-flops forked in the v of my fingers.
The soft roar of the waves
beckons us out past the sandbar,
to the very tip.
A gaggle of girls
giggling until we spot the sign
prohibiting climbing onto the jetty.
We slip carefully
back to the shore.
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