Staring into a tinted sky.
Every second plane a force
Ever closer to the crowded beach.
Listening to the ins and outs
Of waves.
The ins and outs
Of drills.
Natural meeting the unnatural.
Man takes from this historic landscape.
Another high rise hotel block
Filled with him and her
Seeking to find their heritage;
Without looking inward
They look everywhere else
And come up empty.
Another brimming August beach.
Another sky rise 50 feet
From the quelling swells
That remember times before.