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.