A Day at the Beach

Inspired by the sound of the North Carolina surf.

A Day at the Beach

Clouds come in clots,
Dragon-tailing in front of sun,
Filtering only tangible rays.
My face burns.

Crustacean graves
Mound gracefully yet sturdily,
Praying up to the pelican line.
The sand turns.

Water cycles
Like a wheel turning on the world,
Pulsing to the beat of a cold moon.
Satellite yearns.

Record revolves.
Music of strong waves fades further,
Then slingshots back, ready to return.
My face burns.