When it comes to bodies of water,
I’ve seen rushier rivers.
I’ve seen lakes with lashier winds …
Oceans with crashier waves.
But god, I love the gulf
At its smoothiest glimmer.
It reminds me of some 20-year-olds
Who’d take beach chairs out
To a sandbar.
Water warm and calm.
With no waves to knock them around,
Only their beers
—their many beers—
Would topple them over.