Lizzie Buehler for the Nassau Weekly
Lizzie Buehler for the Nassau Weekly

The construction guys are wearing neon hoodies and eating grilled cheese sandwiches,
Sprinkled across the lawn like lobster buoys —
“Confetti thrown from heaven,” you’d call them
When I was on the boat and couldn’t sleep.

If I went back now,
Would I see you
Eulogized in the harbor,
Fêted with technicolor streamers?

One of the construction guys laughs,
And I think, it’s not all bad:
Besides, the magnolia bloom yesterday was luminous outside my window,
And I dreamt of bobbing ships.