Beach time

  Rose morningaligned east sea sound soft surfpeace turns to tourist afternoon:jet ski garish colour. Two doves hoversea writhes, salty tart to taste. Lunchtime callfull platter, iced rose tide turns, suckstime back to me. Full circle moonlightdrunks at the bar crickets tumbleas I dream. There’s duston my fingers too muchsalted time.