The sapphire blue sky
Crystal clear,
Accent the mighty sun
Directly overhead.
Shining down
Radiation,
Warming children
Playing the green-blue
Waves.
And the parents, watching
From burning sand underfoot.
And I sit on a yellow and white
Chair,
rusty 'round the hinges.
Watching waves break
Turn to foam.
I hear the screaming and
giggling.
Shouts, and distant
Radio playing classic rock.
Thirsty, I pop open a coke.
I found one in a glass bottle.
Made in Mexico, with
Real sugar.
I take a gulp and I feel a
Bit cooler.
The puffy white clouds on the
Horizon
Now a little bigger
Begin to block the sun.
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The beach, now in shadows,
Sends families packing.
Bags filled hastily
with towels, sun
Screen and sand.
I sit back
An, look at the sand, and the
Sea.
Both the same dead-gray as the sky.
And I listen.
Silence.
Except
Waves crashing into foam.
And the hum
Of the wind,
Blowing
Across the top of my coke.
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