(CW: reference to alcohol)
Beach day… seagulls weep, crabs retreat, and all that
is left of the day are the washed-out impressions of
scrambling feet as the storm overtakes
Ever-growing whispers of the wind commence,
As the dreadful feeling of umbrellas and towels
start to catch at their seams.
Friends absorb all that the last bits of sun have to offer in their
bikinis and sand-soaked hardcover books.
While the boys to the right crack out their lukewarm beers,
I look around at the anticipated rainy disappointment ashore.
Sea shelled sands are the only eyes to be seen upon by the ice-cold refreshments,
until the sandcastles start getting conquered by cloudy drops, forthcoming
Paradise
The beach Chacos are comforting to those waiting all year for
the chime of crying children, whiny elders, and the never-ending seagulls’ song
Sunbaked skin, and sandy chins.
Flipflops are nagging, and swim trunks snagging, on the water:
a weekend most families have called “beach day.”
Juxtapose 