symmetrically curved waves
parallel shorelines,
surfer's delight
foaming like rabid dogs
crawling towards the sand,
assaulting the rocks
strewn everywhere;
a marine green color
the water is
not reflecting the
blue sky above
as it pushes
and prods
the swarms of people
cooling off;
dark skinned beauties
not caring about
damage but destiny,
desired not earned
not knowing death
only the life
afforded them as
little bundles of joy
received at birth;
the sun challenges
its domain with the
rain and clouds
loaded with moisture
until like a bladder,
can hold no more
drenching us all with
it colorless gold.
18 August 2019
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