I have never seen the Ocean so black

Nor so many people pacing nervously

along the shore

Looking out

worried

We are all in mourning for Flight 800

Our Island will never be the same

 

 

-every bit of flotsam that floats ashore is suspect-

Breaking Camp

gone

like some desert prince

no shadow

left behind

each footprint

obliterated

as if it never was

BOLD SCAVANGER!

GARBAGE PICKER!

THIEF!

Come back with my lunch

you evil fowl!

I come here

to wash out my brain

and see how things

really are

Predators

They run the water's edge

at dinnertime

staking out

some fat old oyster


alone

who do they think they are?

dark skinned

foreign tongued

bold as brass

and hungrier than starving

only the very poor

or the very rich

can afford to loll

around on the beach all day

although lately it seems

there are more of them

than there are of u
s