along the beach they stroll
these morning walkers do,
as close to the chairs as they can
to keep out of the cold water
and the spray of the waves that
harshly beat upon the dirty sand;
floaters, not in the eye, float
on the drab army green colored water
ignoring the hiding sun behind
the clouds it brought at sunrise and
whose moisture will soon cascade
down on the walkers and the watchers;
high tides are seldom good for anything
except surfers whose thick boards
glide along like ice skaters crisscrossing
an outside rink as if a warm drink was
just as welcome as a cool ocean breeze;
chairs at the water's edge are enjoyed
by many whose bottoms will fill up
with sand before lunchtime and a
dash for deeper water will soon be
observed by all those who noticed;
laughter muffles the sounds of
barking dogs and crying children
catching the attention of walkers who
must walk closer because of high tide.
June 24, 2020
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