Oceanside
Colored sails dot the horizon
fire-orange flecks dip and rise in
Turquoise palettes, sherbet skies...
Demigods lounge g-stringed
in ocean-front's warm sands
Bulging their muscles
Glistening their sweat
~ Tan, the sole tint
they're aware of as yet
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2019
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