Little Lazy Sunday Poem

Seaside Evening

 

Salt dusted coast,

peppered with apartments

soufflé clouds

wind bent palms

teal waves falling over themselves

for a slice of beach

for a lick of heaven

 

coffee-crescented cups

drying blotched crema fortunes

rings of Saturn, mineral stains

speckled with chocolate

 

surfers like buoys,

pin prick the sea

the soufflé falls in

rain sauces the high rises

as the lighthouse glow wades out

into a blue and burnt horizon’s ocean.

 

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