Santa Monica

Salty breeze, hissing waves, John’s armored locust
Grey birds squawk over an unattended sandwich
Dried seaweed bestrewn about, machine tracks in the sand
Asian ladies chat, wet feet at seaside
Discounted heat, foamy rollers, triangles a mile offshore
Bodies bobbing, smoothly riding, private little bath time
Lovers nuzzle nicely sharing lonely secrets as they giggle
Leaning back, drink in hand, sunshine washes all.