Joey sees her strolling
up the beach, young girl,
smoking a cigarette, been
in for a dip, her legs all wet,
aged 9 or 10, scanning the
sands and crowds, hair
blowing across her face,
her eyes dark, scowling,
he follows her barefoot
track wondering where
her parents are, where
she’d got the smoke,
the stance, the stare of
her giving the beach a glare.
Joey ponders as she turns
and looks back towards the
sea, the cigarette held between
fingers, the smoke rising,
then she waves a hand,
puts her head to one side,
and then Joey spots them,
the parents, he presumes,
the woman a long haired,
sun kissed ***** swaying
her hips and broad *** along
the sands, and the man,
holding hands, a beefcake,
suntanned, puffing a cigar,
gazing at the young girl,
presumably his daughter,
like one sizing up a gift horse,
letting out language and
words loud and course.
Joey watches them meet
up and walk up the beach,
each one kissing each,
then the older woman
goes off alone, as girl
and beefcake stroll to
the sidewalk and go off
and out of sight, leaving
Joey to sit and muse
and watch the sands
and sea, a slight breeze
tousling his hair, thinking
of the girl’s fate, her life,
although she isn’t there.
May 12, 2012
May 12, 2012 at 1:02 PM UTC
Joey sees her strolling
up the beach, young girl,
smoking a cigarette, been
in for a dip, her legs all wet,
aged 9 or 10, scanning the
sands and crowds, hair
blowing across her face,
her eyes dark, scowling,
he follows her barefoot
track wondering where
her parents are, where
she’d got the smoke,
the stance, the stare of
her giving the beach a glare.
Joey ponders as she turns
and looks back towards the
sea, the cigarette held between
fingers, the smoke rising,
then she waves a hand,
puts her head to one side,
and then Joey spots them,
the parents, he presumes,
the woman a long haired,
sun kissed ***** swaying
her hips and broad *** along
the sands, and the man,
holding hands, a beefcake,
suntanned, puffing a cigar,
gazing at the young girl,
presumably his daughter,
like one sizing up a gift horse,
letting out language and
words loud and course.
Joey watches them meet
up and walk up the beach,
each one kissing each,
then the older woman
goes off alone, as girl
and beefcake stroll to
the sidewalk and go off
and out of sight, leaving
Joey to sit and muse
and watch the sands
and sea, a slight breeze
tousling his hair, thinking
of the girl’s fate, her life,
although she isn’t there.
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