The Seagull had a Random Bikini
top clutched in its beak. Men that were half-asleep
in the sun suddenly found motivation for motion.
Pulling their offspring, their girlfriends, their wives,
into the charade and the waves, they follow the footprints
backwards. Eyes straining a little too obviously, most are left
to continue the search alone. A few miles up the beach, a child
struggles to pull towel from suitcase tucked in trunk. He is
completely oblivious to the ruckus he caused, and the gathering
of mindless men pooling behind his parent's car.