Flying to Paris (poem by Mary Ciani Saslow, in the style of tropical house music)

Flying to Paris (poem by Mary Ciani Saslow, in the style of tropical house music)
I fly over Shelter Island tethered by ferries,
caught between Orient Point and Montauk.
I fly over Cynthia’s house.
Rhode Island is all water.
The last I see is Cape Cod.
I draw the curve from Boston down past Plymouth
all the way around to Provincetown.
I erase the silver slice of canal near Amy’s house.
I never knew how many lakes are on the Cape.
I draw them in.
My view is black and gold, peopled with memory,
Linda, Nancy, Mary Lou, Sue,
mist and sand, glittering streets.
Before everything we are land and sea.
Over my shoulder the Cape leaves me.
A shimmering hook on a curving sea.
A curving hook on a shimmering sea.
Poem copyright Mary Ciani Saslow.