January  Seaside

The yellow sanded beach has been washed
by the sea and is now free of human debris,  
such as forgotten sunglasses, suntan oil and
empty bottles of noxious soft drinks.

It is just there reborn, drying in the winter
sun, yet to be stepped on by man above,
large, sanitary seagulls crossly shrieks, warn
us not to trespass on their domain