The sun melted into the Caribbean
like orange and lemon sherbet
onto a rippling blue bowl
She leaned against the ship’s railing
as we satiated ourselves
on the sumptuous tropical sunset
She said it reminded her of sunsets
on Lake Something-or-another
at home in Vermont
I recalled the setting sun
reflecting off the refinery towers
along the Jersey Turnpike
She said nothing
leaving to find someone
who shared her subjective sense of romance
This poem first appeared in the Edison Literary Review.
Used here with the author's permission.
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Tony Gruenewald was born in Manhattan, but grew up in the shadow of the water tower of the Edison Ford Assembly Plant in New Jersey. He has worked as a fast food fish fryer, on a loading dock, in broadcast journalism, and as an advertising copywriter. He saw his advertising work on the giant scoreboard at Yankee Stadium and heard it trashed on the radio by Don Imus. He currently works for Recording the Blind & Dyslexic as Assistant Production Director where he helps coordinate volunteers and acts as a computer whisperer. His poems have appeared in The New York Times, Adbusters, Exit 13, Slow Trains, U.S. 1 Worksheets and Edison Literary Review, where he serves as production manager. His collection, The Secret History of New Jersey, was recently published by Northwind. For more about him, visit www.tonygruenewald.com.
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