the sun sautees me in flecks of scorched sand
hacked fresh by the feet of two well-cleavered hunks,
they chasing the arrow of some volleyball’s aerobics
toward the mark of the shore: they need high tide heroics
while overhead seagulls (suck meters of sky,
peck out the cirrostratus with shrieks)
Words by Rick Stachura. August 2014.
Photo by Rick Stachura. The beach on Cherry Grove, Fire Island. August 20, 2014.
Author’s Note: This story was originally posted to my old Tumblr site on August 29, 2014.