Where Are My Flip Flops

sunlit magic gritty hot sand flip flops, umbrellas, The smell of suntan lotions Ph30, Ph15, Ph-something else. Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Burning of the feet Where are my flip flops? Who wore them? Where did they go? Where is my hat? I am going to get burned. You tan, but I will crisp up like a marshmellow That has fallen into the embers. Same as last year And the year before The day the beach opens Same routine Same sun Same burned feet Different group of friends though