Jan Juc Beach
By Isaac B
The waves dive into the water like a crashing helicopter.
The water becomes foamy.
The enormous, lemon sun sets on the dark blue sea.
The sandy shore is tiny compared to the rest.
The cliffside is as stable as a wooden shack.
This beach is my first memory.
The waves are as mellifluous as a sweet guitar.
It’s as quiet as the dark side of the moon.
It’s more than a beach, it’s hope.