Isle of Palms

water inlets backwash
the beach of palms,
creating shallow sounds
in which November children play
alongside Sunday walkers, who,
extend mid week vactions;
tourists and residents

unknown to each
frolic like teenagers,
drinking from
their portable containers,
a low seventies sun scorches
too leathery to be burned;
southern beaches relax
with the early arrival of
as winter fall cold that
too soon will be gone too.

12Nov14