Off the Delaware Coast peace like a box of weird opened and out comes mein old age. I greet myselfand we talk about nights when I’d hitthe disco and fire cars of musicsmashed me against a wall—today a sailboat slidesinto a cloud crease. Maybe duskflirts with me. The dumpy-lookingcaptain takes on a luster. He wavesat turtles beside lily pad lecterns. Many of my selves, past and future,gather by the cooler—we reminisceuntil a fight tips the sailboat over,I can’t swim, this won’t end well, though perhaps at the pointof death, you have amazing dreamsand I’m having one right now. Kenneth Pobo has a new book out from Circling Rivers called Loplop in a Red City. His chapbook called Dust and Chrysanthemums is forthcoming from Grey Borders Press.