Tuesday, November 6, 2012

The waves play

The surf club serves up its fare
They walk among people gathered there
Take a drink, watch the brilliant sunset
Think about which meal they might get
In the humid evening all the tables
Are taken so they find a spot where they're able
Bums perched on a sea wall by the foreshore
Drinking white wine till they are very sure
That the cover band playing is the worst
They have ever heard; even kids avoid the curse
And amuse themselves rather than spasm dutifully
In front of a misused stage; how beautiful,
She thinks, the toddlers tarrying in tide pools
Watched over by patient mothers flocking in schools
But then it hits: is she capable of it?
Bringing life flapping and flailing into this?
A world so hellbent on killing itself?
Maybe life is the antidote -
The more you spit out the more evil you demote
She watches the sun hit the horizon
Like a hot coal in a bucket of snow
Sucks back a wine cooler and says no
Tomorrow the clinic will make it all go away
She can go back to watching the waves play.

© shaun patrick green 2012

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