BEACH WALKA Poem by Zeek4The juxtaposition of life. Strolling on the beach in Coronado, California.
it’s gorgeous-----sunny as I stroll the ocean’s edge, a
gentle breeze
wafting
off the sea
on the horizon warships silhouetted against blue sky i leave waffle patterns as i meander a serpentine trail
avoiding the wet behind me navy seals, occasionally running past as the
lieutenant tries to break their spirit a
group of sanderlings scurry across dampened beach
little legs twirling as if spinning on an axel the roar of an f15 screeches overhead making
pass after pass honing skills to one-day land on a patch of metal
bobbing on the
sea i hear thuds as
seagulls bounce clams off hardened sand
looking for a treat out of site stand huge flat-topped monoliths with
enough weapons
to
wipe out a country
a group of beauties scream as they tiptoe into the sea off the point nuclear subs are based
waiting for deployment a
little girl innocence on her pixie face picking
jewels from the sand
as i pass she
looks up and smiles
what a world we live in
i hear the roar of the ocean and feel mist on my face
© 2012 Zeek4Reviews
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