Dan Sklar

Sally won a beauty contest
on Salisbury Beach in 1952.
Now, Ed takes her
out summer nights
to the gazebo in the park.
One July night is like
the summer night she won
the beauty contest.
Her hair is thick and white
and sticking out.
She doesn’t know
who she is.
She doesn’t know
who Ed is,
like the summer she won
the beauty contest.
Her granddaughter won
the same contest in 2003,
the same square jaw.
Sally doesn’t know
who she is.
Sally waves and smiles, asks
the neighbors about their cat.
Ed holds her hand
pulling her along
on the way to
the gazebo.
She stops and points
to a bright star,
the same one
the night she won
the beauty contest.