ACROSS ROLLS
the sandy shoreline,
north to south it moves,
canceling the sun's heat,
hidden by the clouds...
a wooden pier in the
distance seen, standing
firm in the wind...
surfers on their boards sit
hunkering down for the
right one to appear...
bobbing head birds prance as
if this beach belongs to them,
checking out all the gluttons
in chairs who may drop food
when they attempt to stand,
light, olive green waters
fill the space out in front,
white caps spread out after
each wave has passed,
soapy looking water rolls in
towards the chairs - all but
disappearing in the sand.
September 9, 2024
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