Day At The Beach

When Sol wasn’t playing
with cumulus
hid and seek,
damsels scantily dressed
in his sunshine
sizzled,
beach combing Casanovas
over coals of hot sand
tiptoed,
palm trees fanned
balmy breezes
passing,
children dabbled like
throngs of seagulls
shrieking,
As fists of waves
pounded swimmers
to the shore.
On August 16th, 2016, posted in: Poetry by Tags: ,
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