Tourists wade at the edge of the surf,
white swollen knees hover above the clay-
colored foam — blimps following a parade.
Sand pours out of bathing suits shucked
outside the backyard shower: bare flanks
breaded like chicken cutlets, waiting. Yellow
grains scratch the painted floorboards again.
Nicely done! I had the pleasure of hearing you read this “live” — Nice to see it posted and with a voice recording as well.
Congratulations.