Frank Giampietro

Angry with You at Bower’s Beach

for Cherie
These curious fists of clay
I found wedged in the mud at low tide.
Or these odd bed-pillows of cement that lie
along the bay’s inlet and protect the homes.
Or the two gulls barking at each other over a piece of rotten
fish while their friends look on—if you were here I’d show you
the snail I picked out of the tidal pool, how it curls its tongue
around to feel if I am crab or bird or bottom of the bay—
but you’re not—so instead I write your name with a mussel so large
the pilots flying to the airbase nearby could land in the C.

Frank Giampietro
“Angry with You at Bower’s Beach” is from Begin Anywhere (Alice James Books, 2008).