On the Beach
On the beach he sees among the crowds
Nebulous drifters who act like clouds.
They're beach-sitting to carry out schemes.
Hard-hitting waves followed by extremes -
Earsplitting voices - can they be screams?
Beach cops are like overanxious moms,
Every suspicious act - a time bomb.
Always watching out for out peeping toms,
Carefully checking each pier with qualms.
Honor the beach cops for keeping calm.
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Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2014
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