Before the inundation of tourists, the sand reveals only tideprints.
Waves break under bluebird skies.
Coastal estuaries cycle through mudflat and flood,
rocking clammer boats in empty currents.
Clouds whisk across the sky,
bringing more rain but also brilliant greens.
In my garden, bumblebees hum over wild violets,
While chartreuse shoots tickle desiccated leaves...
And beer cans are tossed
from the dorms next door.