Scented oiled sunworshippers
sardine on shore ... as seals in daily bask
Mouths crunch gritty treats, in sanded hands
as feet skip along hot tar ... to food stands
Crows beaks open wide from heat ... pick through garbage cans
while ocean’s frothy waves, dissolve grand castles from the land ... forever
Inner tubes drift lethargically
while sailboats pray to wind gods ... for at least once chance to sea
... on summer’s motionless serenity
Spirits rose to flights of fancy
the girl he left ... the boy she knew
ghosts of dreams still linger on this Spanish Banks ... on craggy barnacled rocks
... to cut the feet while lovers played
thick air odoured fermenting salty seaweed
refresh memory sweet ... not far away
as I cast off time-worn worries ... in tides of used to be
