Life’s a Beach

We arrive in Pensacola
Florida in the usual fashion
Hurried desperation relax
Camp in the woods
Early morning sound of sea
Roar in the distance
Pink swimsuit
Red plastic pail, blue shovel
Smell of new overwhelmed
It means one thing:
Sandcastles
March in flip flops
Too hot black asphalt
Burned feet camp store
Dunes
Taller than my eight-year-old self
Green grass grows waves
Wooden boardwalk wind
Gulf of Mexico
Definition of heaven
White sand beach
Ocean solitude
Clear water sun
Sand dollars

 

-Copyright C.M. Mounts, November 2017

2 thoughts on “Life’s a Beach”

  1. For some reason “Burned feet camp store” has the most energy for me – I was the original bare foot baby, couldn’t wait until April/May/June when I would run without shoes for as long as I could throughout the season.

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    1. The pain of that black asphalt is as clear to me now as it was then… made me also think about how I used to run on the gravel driveway without shoes. What the hell is wrong with kids! Thanks for reading!

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