the beach

The human tapestry celebrates a hot day, by cool water

All shapes and sizes, colours and devotions

Sand stuck to gobs of sun protection,
cocoa butter sweat,
dimpled bums to elongated breasts
cigarette butts
sandy snacks 

chatter
splash 
laughter
whoosh

sun fades
it's time to go home, spent, burnt, smiling

Somedays were made for tears, for wandering in fog and trying not to fall for whisps to carry you, gone.