Monday, November 7, 2016

At Cable Beach

Beneath a rippled steel roof,
at a pine picnic table painted
grey, I drink mescal from Cancun,
watch land crabs dash
over dirt that burns.  To swim
through lazy remains of crystal
waves, I skirt a mob of sailors
who chuck rocks at an iguana, hissing
on a ledge above the beach.  Past
the shore, but before the open sea,
a battlement of immense boulders dropped
in place between the cliffs to keep out
sharks provides a space to soak in
salt and sunset, brave majestic
surges raised with columns of bronze.

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