Summer Town; Seal Beach, California; December 2003
The sunlight glares against the air like a flame that flickers in the wind
Along the high tide of the city I tread my toes through the sand
It’s wintertime in a summer town
The shoreline stretches endlessly, with no companion to ease the emptiness
The quiet that is only broken by a foamy wave and the swish of the wind
Carries my kite to the sky, yellow thin plastic crinklesin the strong winter breeze
In a summer town that longs for seasons past, white sun never ceases
To sear my wistful eyesand pull me back to the sea’s edge
Main Street is empty, the tourists no longer attracted
When the clouds turngrey, only the seagulls stay to perch on the pier
Tangled seaweed lay in patches along the sand
One lone surfer in the water, cloakedin black, slick like a seal
Photography © Allison Goldin
Kristen Toms is a sophomore at New York University studying Creative Writing with a special interest in reading and writing poetry.
Allison Goldin is an artist living in Cambridge. Her work is a collection of spontaneous drawings from the imagination. The most common link throughout her art are the semi-recognizable creatures scattered amongst and bringing together the surrounding doodles. She is currently studying Illustration at The School of Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.
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