Baby blue skies,
limitless in curious eyes.

A radiant atmosphere sizzling
shirtless backs and gazing faces.

Tanned hands brushing aside
white-pink cobble fragments
from sensitive arms and legs.

Couples strolling on beaches,
sensing savage heat from
beneath bare foot steps.

Hollow prints follow
in squishing rhythms.

Electric blue waves fade
previous paths of visitors.

Warm breezes push past
hairy bodies on vibrant towels,
red and yellow umbrellas swirling,
frisbees drifting above playful heads,
hazel hair dancing with sand grains.

five strained digits fit
into small grooves
on jagged brown cliffs
above clear swells.

muscles ripple in circular motions
and veins protrude when
the force of fingers and toes
adjust to the steep rocky climb.

Alone.
On the very edge
of rough masses,
pebbles crumble
into the watery abyss below.

The pacific blue waves eat at
sharp slopes and white-pink sands
from distant visions of isthmus


Leaping off the hardened reef with
Little red dots oozing on the sole

Soaring into an extended flash,
Imitating a red-hawk swooping into the air,
Gliding past reaches of sharp cliffs and
floating along gentle carrying winds.

Torpedoing down – increasing speed,
The man of flight becomes an anchor,
smacking into the fresh aquamarine.

The menacing sun and sticky-sand fades
as bubbles explode, sinking into the swallow
of cool blue waters