Beach Walk at Sunset
Beaks hooked into wet cement sand,
arrows of pink gullets uplifted
as curlews pull-snapped
reluctant clams from shells.
Seaweed streamed sand mites
from limp and alien tendrils.
Slate-colored waves rocked out
to meet the horizon.
Wind curled my toes tight
while you noted birds in your book.
A hazy-faced man stepped into view
with an oddly charming mien.
Your lady looks cold,
got a spot over there --
We stretched tight smiles
and declined. You offered me
your jacket. We left. The sea
had already eaten the sun.
-- Charlene Dewbre