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.