Uncle John

I drove past Asshole Island today
A patch of marshy dune grass at my 4 o'clock
I thought about Uncle John.
I thought about him staring across the Barnegat Bay
A crisp Budweiser in hand and 11 more to go.
I wondered about that cone trap.
I wondered about where he sits during high tide
I wondered if he knew the ocean was just across the way, over that house.
That house that anchors their sailboat just off of their dock
I wondered if he thought about that house, with the sail boat.
I wonder about John.