on
afternoon sand
bare skin
gulps
the last
baking hour
a shorely
breeze
blows a
spray mane streaming
behind
headlong
plunging breakers
up on the
still hot Promenade
an OW-ing
toddler
barefoot
trots after mother
and
beachside cars
begin
their
evening exodus –
make way
for the afterwork
joggers
I am
I make
myself
an eye
an ear
make of me
taste and smell
and am
a moment
finite but
unbounded
