Jericho Beach Park (mid-August)
Dried out cylinders
of Canada goose shit
dot the blond grass
like discarded cigarillos
sailboats scud across ruffled water
gulls engage in glaucous caucus
(Ok, that was a bit much)
and the sand, the sand is busy
stowing away in pockets,
shoes, swimming trunks, ear drums
boldly going
where no sand has gone before
and still the pandemic lingers
like that unwanted house guest
you thought had left
but no, no, no, there he is
drunk, snoring and flatulent
stretched out on your basement floor.
Taking part in Open Link Weekend over at earthweal
Stopdraggingthepanda 
I love the sand in unexpected places, the snoring house guest and to top it off, smoke from the wildfires, an orange rim around the sun, and an eerie apocalyptic feeling in the air…nice one, Jim.
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Thanks Sherry
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Oh that is sooooo good. THe busy sand and the unexpected houseguest.
“glaucous caucus” — love it!
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Thanks Kim!
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So that’s where all the Listerine went. Add this to the shelf of pandemic truths. Ahem and amen.
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You made me smile with the “glaucous caucus” and the sand “boldly going
where no sand has gone before”. The house-guest that won’t go is a fitting metaphor. Lovely written.
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Thank you, much appreciated!
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It’s all still happening: I like the lighthearted take on a serious subject. I also liked the ‘glaucous caucus’ and I feel compelled to ask if it was raucous?
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Yes, Ingrid, it was a raucous ruckus.
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I love your “scenic” works, Jim, they excel, and although they might be seen as unkind, and possibly would not help local tourism, 😸 for me, there is a sense of warm goodwill behind the humor. Always a pleasure to read.
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Thanks Steve, I have a tendency to walk on the snide side, trying to keep it under control!!
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