How many 'great beach read'
Paperback pages unturned
Denoument unlearned
While the tide steals in undetected
And another sun-scrubbed afternoon
Withers on the vine?
Only the Adirondack chair
Unused and unamused
Placed just so for the perfect view
Knows the number
Of Suns that set untoasted
Tide receding
Burnt orange sherbet sky
Languishing in the weary arms of the sea
And the Adirondack chair
Weathered and worn
And placed just so
Mourns the stillborn memories
Forever lost in the twilight.
© By Diana Mercedes (writerworks@live.com)
