A Day at the Beach
A poem (audio)
It was no “day at the beach”.
The coastal blues weren’t present
and sweeping breeze died
as we argued over
the pettiest of things
on the Laguna sand.
In rare form, I raised my voice
at him, competing with screams
of agitated seagulls.
He threw shade at me.
I would have preferred him
pitching up an umbrella for us.
Temps were hellish that day.
The sun was stark;
we turned two shades dark,
I don’t recall such a swelter
before in Laguna, and also
what our arguments were even about.
Stay in Laguna Beach, California


A nice twist on the normal day at the beach.