Back Beach
By Beau B
Waves, waves washing the sand away
ragged rocks scattered over the beach. I try to collect
them but they're out of reach.
Sea salt storms up my nostrils like a speed boat,
as I walk to the glistening sea I hear it call my name.
The grains of sand drown my feet,
sharp shells pierce my toes.
Birds squawk louder than a horn,
fish swim into a hard current,
bull ants dig deep holes.
As I leave, the sea waves good bye.