The Apartment Above Oak Street Beach
Copyright 2013 Gordon Kuhn
All rights reserved, Poet in the Rain.

Oak Street Beach lays lazy in the sun
The breakers rolling softly flowing in
The boats of guards flipped belly up
Formed hideouts for giggling children’s fun

While up from where lake ripples run
The sand dark where bare feet have come
The sound of traffic coursing on asphalt near
Warmed and soft beneath the sun.

Yet, a sidewalk stroll to the lonely point of rocks
The curve where lay red painted warning slots
A rip current has its home there in flecks and rolls of foam
But above it all is where I sensed a terror mocks

Greyish mantle, brown stone and steel
Stands atop, reveal, and stares out coldly
The building at the corner, just there
In its topmost rooms a horror that I feel.

A distance not far from where sharing children play
And swimmers float calmly above the fish hiding below
I find my body shivers as I gaze up at the apartment there
Something, something hurries me, makes me want to run, I cannot stay

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