Laguna

Ocean Avenue, 2am. Summer

Drinking vodka from coke bottles, new moon. 
Hanging out laced shoes from the lifeguard stand. 
Dark water beyond beached kelp, drunk lovers. 
Socks dripping, my pants soaked with salt and sand. 

Our faceless shadows laugh. It echoes West,
across the Pacific. Good memories
recounted between lost friends. Planning futures, 
reunions like this one, beneath the palm trees.

When the sun is gone, and you cannot see, 
the world's edge feels more beautiful.
Platonic love distracting, here I am 
forgetting to plan my own funeral.