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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