What the northern beach lacks in maturity,
it makes up in cool.
Ocean head bangs into the breeze with
white Mohawks,
ripped jeans,
riffing a riptide
as above commercial airplane wings
advertise the sale
of buy-one-get-one-things,
and phone gambling.
Cards of clouds shuffle on a table of green.
Shadow puppets perform on
pock-marked sand dunes.
The sky and water clash:
cobalt blue and army green.
The I-don't-care attitude
of high tide consuming
more shore than in reason,
as waves chatter on
in the uncharted pattern
of an 80's plaster ceiling.
Dead from the waist down,
what the northern beach lacks in eloquence,
it makes up in raw feeling.
© 2024 | K.F. Hartless
Cover Art: “Punk Beach” YUSEN





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