the protocols of the day;
waters free of jelly fish attract
tourists out from under umbrellas;walkers walk as if it were the
very last day of their lives as
they look to see and be seen;
mission bells would ring if
there were any around, but faith
has no place with vacationers,
as it is always something left
behind for fear of not being
enough room if packed inside;
we praise collectively and
unconsciously that our skies
have been sunny and dry, but
understand that the waves that
could have gone here went
elsewhere leaving us to remember
all the gloom and doom of what
we had built here for ourselves.
31Jul16
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