Ben Nardolilli


Anchored just off the hooked coast
Of Cabo San Lucas,
I spend my mornings waiting
For a sufficient sun to rise
And brighten up the nearby water,
There is enough dark sea
Waiting for all of us back home.
When the waters and the waves
Generously mirror the sky,
It is time to let the skin
Become trapped in the heat
Cast by the sun,
I can laugh at being caught this way,
My skin will mirror the beaches.

The Hottest
The friends from Cairo came so long ago,
Now they are in the clear,
Whatever they did wrong
I cannot remember,
What they did right is gone too,
I recall there was a conquest of paradise,
Yet I can hear them
Speaking to me
Through the surrounding vacuum,
Their voices mixing
With those I have never met,
Women from the Mayflower,
Men from the Declaration of Independence,
Occasionally the Cairo friends
Have to speak up
Because an Italian song is being sung.

Copyright © Ben Nardolilli 2013

Ben Nardolilli currently lives in Virginia. His work has appeared in Perigee Red Fez, Quail Bell , Elimae, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. He has a chapbook Common Symptoms of an Enduring Chill Explained, from Folded Word Press. He blogs at


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