a poem about the queers on the beach

A fellow queers future

They were named moonflower and Patience

And no they were not joking.

Around their necks strings of prayer beads sat

Above their necks were wide smiles

Because, didn’t you hear, there was a bunny!

And oh...isnt that cute...it hops!

Patience wore all purple

Moonflower had a peace sign tattoo on her left ankle

Did they notice me noticing

I saw their deck

They saw my cape

“Come over and pick a card”

Perhaps was all that escaped me

An excuse and maybe a fear

That they were like me

And i wasnt expecting to see myself on the beach today

But what should i expect

On a blistery day in the bay

But two millenial hippies

Wanting to read a fellow queers future.

And with a quick nap on the sand

Holding my bunny in hand

I woke up to the smell of their departure

Smokey and sweet

A green lulluby back to sleep

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