On A Cape Cod Beach Poem by Katz Haus

I remember us three
Him and you and me
He is what he Iz
And was unaware, I think
That you were the player
And I was the game

We sat in the sand
And the breeze and the sun
In the languor of little sleep
Your hair was wild around your face
The sun a halo behind you
And I caught you looking at me

The look was not for me,
It was yours alone
Contemplative, gentle
Like a father gazing
Upon the sleeping mother
of his sleeping child

The look was real
And made it possible for you to steal
My heart away.
Then the playing resumed
And you tossed it back
Like a hot potato.



October 2008