The Beach

The car parks and the roar of the car stops

you walk over to the stand

that already has trash on it

though you are on time.

 You walk down the path

with the crackle snap 

bang meow 

underfoot.

Over the roar 

of the cars is 

the bigger roar

of the sea.

The sea is like a 

great big dragon

roaring

in

defeat.

You see the beach and you want to lay down in the sand

but when you see the beach you can’t see the sand.

deanna sonni