This is the part she remembers:
An uneven line of seagulls stood on the sand
going neither in nor out with the tide
paying no attention to the beach balls
racing their way toward premature death
under the boardwalk
This is the part
she doesn't:
Dark green thunderclouds chase the whitecaps into shore,
while we sat on the hood of his car.
Fiercely determined to wait it out.
Two hours before sunset,
nowhere else to go.