Monday. Melted ice cream,
Dripping through the cracks of boardwalk.
A papermoon pasted on dusk.
Air wisps cool off the ocean,
humidity dusting the horizon in makeup.
Swells dull, gently swaying the inlet buoys.
Herrings squalling over schools of fish,
Picked clean in the breeze.
Gulls sweeping through piles of washed-up mollusks.
Sheers of sunset, cut apart
by razored clouds and prisms of light.
Toes disappearing, calm sand near the sea.
The lapping tide,
humming in harmony with all the sad hearts of August.