The Beach

By: Michelle Nedboy

The waves pound and pop over the sea of heads

tanned shoulders and ruddy red

eyes and eyelids

little babies running naked

alongside their big kid

brothers and sisters

hot heat

blistered feet, with the skin of the soles peeling off

little bits of sand wedging their way under nails,

past lips and into teeth

bubbly spit, spat onto the ground

fat soda cans pointing out the sand

catching the sun’s heat and

cooking to a sludgy soup

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