Three Yellow Buoys
up and down they move as
waves underneath roll by,
a triangle of sorts they form
some type of equilateral;
jet skies around them glide
as swiftly as is allowed,
riders leave their seats when
pushing through waves they perform;
yellow buoys anchored tightly
mark the acceptable locations
far from the water's edge where
all the tourists seem to go;
yellow buoys throughout the night
remain and lose no air from
within... perhaps, more soiled
than hollow on the inside they are;
perpetual motion are they today
as they were the day before
and after we have come and gone,
they will remain until the end;
footsteps on the sands suggest
walkers on the beach have passed
and I wonder if they too have
noticed these three yellow buoys.
26Sept16
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