New Beach

As tumbleweed tumbles free
Foam wildly roams from the sea
Floats across the wet brushed land
And dissipates as it hits jagged sand

Dead fish corpses from red tide days ago
Disappeared, making this beach look anew
Seagull presence grew, replacing the flies
One stands next to us, meeting the eyes

Of beach folk encircled, sitting on chairs
Since the sun is gone and the storm prepares
To drive us all away, to the pool or perhaps inside
As I wonder how long in this moment we may reside

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