Whispers
As I gaze at the people, they wear shorts of colors
ranging from crimson to teal.
Women in tight bikinis are striding along the sand.
The fiddler crabs flee.
The salt of the coast engulfs the air.
A girl finds a luminous shell and hears
the echoes of time. A boy
in the sea is feeling salt water on his hair
and skin for the first time.
As a college woman is riding
an orange bike on the boardwalk, she smells
the scent of coffee and fries at Seaside Café.
On the moss-embraced, massive rocks, I notice the sun uniting
with the ocean’s emerald edge.
At night, the waves crash against the treaded shore; teenagers
seclude themselves beneath the walkway.
A couple is walking on the shore collecting
sparkling pebbles, radiant driftwood.
On the jetty, with whispers of the impressions, I am
endeavoring to write.
Copyright © Matthew Amer | Year Posted 2007
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