Saw Anna Banana today
We studied each other’s eyes
She smiled.
Crow's feet
I remembered her running naked into the surf
of Wrightsville Beach
Getting ‘night nekked’ we called it
We cried
couldn’t help it
Cried for the day
when we were beautiful
Before babies who died
were born
Before secrets long-buried
were birthed
Before souls passed
a point
of no return.
