The ebb of the tide
appears to make
me walk
incorrectly (with ninety degree steps
congruent with the Sun)
through sand
the tone of my
light skin.
I observe
large pastel walls,
stucco
with cut
out
arches,
haciendas and
vacation homes.
Bloated bodies
lie around,
jelly fish that just
didn't cut
it. And I saw
a whale,
black,
waving its fin
hello, come and play.
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