Poem Category: Beach

Sail board rider
how he fits the wind
to the sea.

Beach debris
almost wind dry
footprints to the dunes.

Sunset beach
I raise my voice to call them
boys dragging driftwood.

Sunset fades
a breeze rolls out
of the sand dunes.

Laurel on the beach
photographed in the moonlight
black and white.

Lone driftwood
the silence
in the moon around it.

Beach roasts
the shrill cry of gulls
returning to sea.

The summer brings me …
sprinkling father
on our horse-shoe bay.

Not one scurrying
that I can catch …
the red sand crabs.

Aegean island
alone— yet a set of prints
under my feet.