Unlimited Observations
eastern waves crash on deaf sand
high tidcs create new paths
boiling white foam slowly disappears
translucent water churns up the
sandy pavement it covers...
tire tracks mark the placement of
beach chairs for renters only as
some try to cheat the attention
of life guards who monitor them,
cries from the gliding seagulls
overshadow the screams of pigeons
being chased by dogs and children,
paradise rests pricariously on the
shoulders of its vacationers who
paid to burn their skins daily...
chairs stand like soldiers waiting
to be inspected by their superiors,
umbrella hats protect them from the
enemies who have abandone them,
mission critical boards and those who
were not taught how to body surf,
sand castles dot the landscape none
of which will survive the day...
males and females frolic freely as
if dwelling in Eden's garden of
delights, always available for consumption,
we are careful here and have no
worries or concers at all about the
fragile global future in which we alive.
24Agu21
Alway Predictable
beach walkers cascade
the shoreline trodding
on the sand where millions
have before them journeyed,
photos of previous years
stored in mind capsules
retreived upon request
by those who perceive the
past as better than the present
in which they now live,
beach walkers halt on impulse
to retreive meaningless shells
that will never be used to
rebuild the disappearing sand,
ideal interpretations of the day
filter through consciousness
and are daily filed in a
mental reciptical of thoughts
that have exceeded expectations,
previously bleached sand is
covered by blankets and used as
uncomfortable mattresses for
those who can ignore the pain
while preventing sand collection
on the oily bodies that use them,
time filters through the heat
slowly as the sun repeats the
path assigned to it by nature.
24Aug21
Scripting Seagulls
glide gliding glide
gracefully soaring
descending to the wsater
floating aimlessly
on shifting currents
angled diagonally
vertical and horizontal
emulating each other,
wings outstretched
slightly curled
along the shoreline
they traverse...
singularly moving
or in pairs
sometimes lines like
the Blue Angels,
mystifying and
magical... so,
very easy on the eyes
to watch...
glide gliding glide
white and black colors
seagulls you are and
will always be...
a fond memory of
the coastline
difficult to photograph
as they move
ever so effortlessly
in front of me.
24Aug21
Vacation Blues
lifeless my human form sits
itself down in rented chairs
that allow the raising of both legs,
sixties music plays in my head
unlike at home where these tunes
have no desired to be played anymore,
traveling no longer contingent upon
someone else's approval yields a
sense of complacency for the visit,
tarnished not by heath care concerns
but by the rites of deju vu and the
turmoil of isolated fashionable memories,
years of the same coastline
years of the same acommodations
years of the same restaurants
years of the same attractions
yet when alternatives are derived
all fall short of expectation...
so the familiar wins the auction,
how many waves have come ashore
since last my visit I watched them
trying to reach my location?
harmony of the mind prevails
and I no longer provide myself
with sympathies from the devil,
age has been unkind physically
a faded eyesight no longer sees faces
at the water's edge... balance keeps
me off balance and the only indication
for being alive is my sore sitting ass.
24Aug21
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