Miami Beach

The ocean licks the shore Like a puppy Near high, pompous buildings While in the far distance Hurricanes are wrecking the coast There are yet unawakened hurricanes Why do people give them pretty human names? Days here are full of sun Glasses full of drinks In the numerous bars Where people forget their troubles Which they’ve brought along with them They are facts of life My footprints are immediately wiped out in the wet sand And the tail of this verse Snatches with its beak a seagull That screams far away Distracted by its prey