Merambula

Wind blownsea squallsbeach hums,sand filtersintodead birds wingsseaweed. Momentary  holidaymakerslean againstsea’s facebobbing bandofwet - waistedsurfers. We walkseparate nowno edges,touchshy awayfrom intimacytwo headsupon a pillow. Sunlit windturquoise oceanblows :even the palm frondsmight have a name,for this. Sand  filtersinto skin pockets,road stretches likean exclamationlike a promise;no destination.