Reading can be incredibly close-minded.
This is the message romantic bird-shadows inspire.
They float over the sand like sets of musical notes,
de-paged, free like waves are free and full
against eardrums. The waves also tempt me from
the soft adventure of reading on the beach.
I let the sand eat me, as it must eat all it encounters,
dead or alive. A woman is yapping about dolphins.
The sun stares at every body, even in naughty,
over-weighted places. I keep in the black and white
of thought, page-to-page. All else is too bright,
even for sun-glassed vision.
© by Jesse Breite.
Used with the author’s permission.