Sunday, June 19, 2016

Down to the Beach



You smell it

Long before sight

The crest in the street

Leads assuredly

To lazy turquoise

And tanning lotion

Memories of happy kids

And dunes for a frolic

Castles and canals

Slurping and sculpted

The applause sound

Of uncountable waves

Ending on gravel

With a hiss of

Mission accomplished

Then receding graciously

And back out again

Toward the States

This has none

Of the City's clamour

Imperious signage

Or vague faces

This has the vitality

Of enjoyed life

And nature's awe

Our happy membership

“Having a good day?

Sure glad those clouds

Passed.”

Footlongs and fries

Sizzle for the selling

Two elders in lawn chairs

Together and silent

Feet in the sand

Accepting

Fresh air and quick sounds

Facing the mystery

Blue above and in

Liquid transit

Taking them back.

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