Bees Knees
When the lulling ocean
Drapes sunlight silk
And red-hued sand
Sifts slowly through
The pulling fingers of tide
Greedily snatching
Further up the dry land
Gulls swoop lazy
Like sardines in a can
Diving to the trash-clogged
Rusted bin, squacking
Like excited toddlers
Only to be shooed
By panting joggers
Collapsing for a rest
In the sucking morning air
Friday, September 17, 2004
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