with two wooden chairs on either side,
and beside that one is another
on either either and the same on
either side of them and it continues
up and down the rain soaked
beach as foul weather blows in;
guards of life sit in wet towers
surveying the abandoned land
in front of them, wishing this daywould soon come to an end,
and cringe involuntarily at the
sounds of thunder amplified by an
empty and blank, lifeless sky;
well wishers walk the empty sand,
wondering, I suppose, why they're alone
since no strikes or shark attacks
have been reported here recently,
providing them with pondering point
on their journey from the sandy side
with water to the poolside bar, neither
location showing much intelligence.
3Aug14
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