Sunday beach

 Sunday beach& BBQ’s tumblefrom the street the mountainspour green velvetin a world of sunburnt seablue to bluedarker where sea grassfloats liketurtle hair. I battle withmy body: ask itto behave when all itcravesis sleep like sickness. Here first worldtourists pile faton grease munching theirway throughcountries. I marinatetoday’s catchwhile frigate bird tumbles. We areovercomewith complexity in this simpleworld, we touch,we change: & never forthe better.