Coney Island, circa 1961, photographer unknown
So fine and young and living in an endless summer.
Except that the summer did end, of course it did.
Yet somehow lives on in this discarded snapshot.
Does the sun still warm the sand? Yes it does.
Does the surf still kiss the shore? Yes it does.
Does that girl still exist? Oh yes, yes she does.
There she is—waiting for you.
Waiting for your return, your return to the endless summer
In a world made of silver and paper and dreams.