By John Grey
There was a shore. Waves.
Some oysters in a bucket.
Not to mention gulls,
sanderlings, women in bikinis.
Heat of course. Horizon
(just the one). Rocks.
Footprints in sand.
A volleyball game.
Some guy flexing his muscles.
The smell of salt.
And wind off the water.
It was something called a beach.
According to the travel brochure.
it was imperative
that I be happy there.
Copyright© 2021 by John Grey
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