Island a Go Go
The Ogres jamming late
down on Beach Road, sweat out
“Satisfaction” like they own it.
Summer kids and locals shake
to a bottom so low the floor might
rise up and explode in the strobe-
light frenzy, and the girl you don’t
have the nerve to ask on a date
is high on dancing and noise
on the far side of the throng,
and you never get closer than that.
A few glimpses at a beach party
by the bunker and out on the spit
at Cow Bay around a bonfire,
until you see her off to school
at the ferry dock. She kisses you
goodbye and asks why you never
thought to ask her out?
Clark Myers is an active member of the poetry community on Martha’s Vineyard. He lives in Vineyard Haven.
The Martha’s Vineyard Times welcomes contributions to Poet’s Corner. Dan Waters, former poet laureate of West Tisbury, will select poems to be published here. Submissions should be directed to firstname.lastname@example.org.