End of Summer

(1)

I don’t wear my Hawaiian shirt anymore.

Those were the good old days,

actually the good old great days,

racing into the waves,

exploding through them like a torpedo.

Swimming farther out

to meet the next rising mountain of water.

(2)

I was unafraid back then.

Of course I was a lot younger,

before the sun and the cold turned me old.

(3)

No.  I was never in Hawaii.

I just had an Hawaiian shirt.

And it’s still hanging in my closet.

A Waste of the Sea

(1)

They say don’t go into the water.

It’s polluted now.

(2)

Waves along shores of trash.

It will give you today’s latest rash

and much more.

(3)

Memories coming like a tidal wave,

with no ark

big enough

to save.

Laguna Beach

My Bikini Girl

in my dreams from long ago.

Are you still alive?

Do I still have a chance

to walk with you

hand in hand

in the warmth of the sand?

Moist Lips

Lick of the sea

tasting tease

summer’s end

forever dreams

magnified.

Prayer

Come swim with me

in the palm of the sea,

God’s tear of heaven.