it was the path out,
sometime ago

there is no escape

heat wave

confronting paradise

fireworks,

who's celebrating?

stranded,
on a deserted beach

at the dock,

seems like yesterday

a driftwood on the beach

sunset, on the ferry

life is a beach

the weekend
coastal escape

the endless summer . . .

this weekend,

sand and surf

the past,
it's divided

the past is in the past

reconnecting with the past,

it's only the past

somewhere in a park,

there is no looking back

flying away . . .

glossing over yesterday

one week from today,

in spite of today

on a second day three,

in the midst of summer