Distant clouds stack
among majestic sailing ships
riding each feather bed edge.
Schooners, a ketch, slip slowly
back and forth to hazy horizons.
Tide fades far beyond sandy arms
of mothers gone to fetch
wading children, who leave smooth
pathways carved among tributary creeks.
Gulls swoop to violate weaker shells,
sun reflects among mirage
of glittering jewels,freakishly cast
below milk white surface of emptying pools.
Deep in the heart of dark caves
trapped waves lap.Aborted echoes
slap sea weed coated stones.
Flecks of foam fill abandoned footprints,
searching among deck shoes,
wandering away towards
heat saturated hotels.