Beach Day

by Howie Good

Out over the ocean a small plane was towing a large banner, SMILE EMPTY SOUL ALBUM IN STORES NOW! An elderly couple, the man held together by paper clips, stopped me as I walked to the beach from my car. How can a mosquito fly in the rain? he asked. It wasn’t raining, and there was no why, and the fundamental difference between stopping and quitting hadn’t been discovered yet. One of the high school kids standing around the parking lot raised her hand and without waiting to be called on said, Anything to restore mystery. She meant Shark Week on the Discovery Channel.

All proceeds from Howie Good’s latest book of poetry, Fugitive Pieces (Right Hand Press, 2014), go to the Food Bank of the Hudson Valley. Visit!e-chapbooks/c1qi1