Thursday, November 19, 2020

Previously Published in Cyclamens and Swords . . .

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.

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