Sole Solution
breezes blow gently
steadily
as if a fan were in the sky
solar powered
for its Southern guests;
fall waves and currents
no different from summer
approach the sandy shore
foaming at the mouth
like a race horse;
foreign voicescarried by the wind
not understood
pierce our ears, but,
we see little difference
in their appearances;
pigeons walk
with bobbing heads
back and forth in
states of anxious depression
hoping to find
tidbits of discarded food;
well tanned lifeguards hoist
blue flags of safety and
upon returning to their perches
survey their constituents
who have no voting rights
at these cooled off shores;
lamentation limits scurryaround the ground like
bug-eyed crabs whose home
has been disturbed by the water
too cold for us to enter and if
we did, too rough to pee into,
so less liquid is consumed;
humidity still hangs heavy
when not blown away,
sun still scorches the toes
when nooners are the
sole solution of the day.
25Sept16
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