A Day At The Beach

Parking is a nightmare

Hordes of people flow

Idly

Looking down

Or absent in discussion

Not wanting attention

Hats askew

Towels over their shoulders

Searching

For the just right spot

Stuck between a water buffalo

And newspaper clipper 

The water laps the shore

The wind gently rattling

The gulls soar and plop

On umbrellas and shelters

The air smells of suntan lotion

Loaded with spf’s

A clash of genres

Cover the airwaves 

Frisbees find open spaces 

Bouncing off the suntanning bodies

Children building sandcastles

Brave beauties 

Dip their toes

Before languidly

Strolling down the beach

Feigning deep discussion

Until the sun begins to set

The waters calm

The gulls swim

The hordes thin

There is a trickle

Of brave hearts

Searching for a midnight swim

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by Bill Ferguson

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