Sounds of the Sun
Throw off the masks
Run through hot sand
in new flip flips
into the salty ocean spray.
Waves after waves crash onto the placid shore.
You are still here.
We have been away too long.
Build sandcastles with wet sand,
shovels and buckets.
Let them remain til the tide
washes our work away.
Next door, children laugh
splash, jump into a child's wading pool.
Parents sit by with ice cold lemonade
sunscreen and towels.
Big colorful striped beach balls
land on my lawn.
Little bare feet retrieve them
unmasked
voices shouting with glee.
Sounds of too many cars at the gas pump
filling up for a freedom trip
on a packed highway
away from being behind closed doors
away from take out only.
Lay on the beach in bikinis
boogie boards and surfboards
stack upright in rows
Grandmothers under beach umbrellas
guard the sandwiches from greedy seagulls.
You are my sun,
Like Icarus I flew too close to you.
I melted
and fell back to earth.
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