Evening Beach Walk
A rare evening seaside stroll
Directly into the flare of setting sun
The water side sand is tracked and broken
By restless vacationers’ tramping
Leaving the beach empty for us.
On the horizon half a dozen sailboats,
in a fading sky under a vague full moon
so pale it might be on a painted scrim.
Four spaced out gulls in standing meditation
Are unaware of people passing.
The sun sinks completely behind a pillow
Of shore trees but the sand reflects sky light
While sea-spewed mists becomes pink
As a baby’s toenail shading to mauve
As it blends into a bluer sky; the tints
reflect on the horizon. The passing day
Holds its breath, the moon has become
A round of marbled blue cheese.
The sailboats have sailed away.