Trumpers on the Beach
They’re at it again—
white pick-ups in the sand
MAGA hats
MAGA flags
coiled rattlesnakes flags
Don’t tread on Trump flags
(sold on-line for $24.95)
and don’t forget the Confederate flag
Whaddaya 4 years old?
Ya gotta bring your toys to the beach?
I shout at these good ole boys
and these Southerners don’t cotton to New Yawkers
My sister, walking buddy, takes my hand
shushes me as we walk by
puts her head down, pretends
to look for shells and man-o-wars
I look at these men of war
blasting their country music
like Trump has gone country
First warm day and the Trumpers are back
all five feet of me gets in their faces
I look them in their mean eyes
What are they going to do to me
with their massive arms tattooed
in codes and secret symbols
their pink porky meat hooks curled into fists
I look them in their mean eyes
the tide comes up and for a moment we are stuck
our ankles suctioned into the wet quick sand
The ocean hits the pause button
we all take a breath