A Beach Experience

Sky painted with peach rays,
which head away from the bay –
the bay, so enticing, so cool –
the soothing moments in the pool.

What could ruin the permanent peace
of the flowing and refreshing breeze?
Zephyrs keep blowing
and blowing and blowing

and they grew
the longer they blew:
puffing, puffing, puffing,
continuing laughing

on the surface of the water,
bristling the hairs of the otter,
alone, solitary,
gazing up at the sunset, merry.

Memories of one sort,
only one sort;
The cooling spray of the bay,
and clouds rising in amorphous shapes.