Poem Category: All

Surf boarder
the city’s summer sun
setting behind him.

Learning to ignore
the seaweed stench
gulls on the empty beach.

Sundown bay
the beach becoming the shape
of the crescent moon.

Isolated beach
the rusting ship
only sand storms come to.

Seaweed beach
the tide’s wash
taking our prints out.

The light fades …
sudden showers
scattering Sunday surfers.

All
the calls of nature
that sand dunes can hide.