Soft cool sand beneath my feet to ease
and the sun setting, fire to the sky
the whisper of an insensible breeze
weakly gasping a final goodbye

And yet, the splutter and cough of motors
The clanging chorus of corroded swings
trampled sand and left drink holders
As uninvited company sings

And am I the only one
Who sees that I am one of a score
A beauty decimated and overdone
the all-natural, turned urban horror