Saturday, August 27, 2011

Beach Boy

A boy walks the beach

With his head held high.

Sand dunes out of reach

And gulls in the sky.

Behind him a fence

And wire is tangled.

The parents he rents

Left his lunch on the table.

From his elbow a pale

Does swing back and forth.

The red shovel is frail

From digging deep in the Earth.

The grass has grown long

Like the dog days of summer.

The boy walks alone

‘Till the waves take him under.

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