" At The Beach "

The smell of the rain
Just leaving
The beach air
(scandalous)
As if to mock the waves
On the shore
Pounding to the rhythm
Of children
Playing ball
(as I collect myself)
Sitting on this wall
While strange
Passersby don't notice
Me
at all.....

I find it rather pleasant
At the beach
Half naked
As the clouds break
and the sun try's to fight
It's way back
Into the peoples
Awareness
A task, to say the least
For frolicking does not give way
To much awareness
Of anything at all
At the beach....

Joggers jogging
The waves are calling
And the Seagulls
Soaring on the thermals
Manage to remain
Just above it all
And I am perched
Comfortably, on this wall
Observing everything
Wishing that I could play
With all of them
In one embrace
At the beach.....

Tony Taylor   (Chicago)