DEL MAR

Where butterflies flutter as eagles float
Blackbirds hop on the clifftop slope

The drummer seller passes
Making beats with the surf
Flora blossoms
As sweet smells emit

The cliff dogs sleep
Under the table by your feet
As from the corner of an eye
See beggars so frail

They stop. 

Do they offer something free?

Pretend not to notice
As they put out their hand
Tourists pass you by
As do the beggars  
next time round.