Striped cabanas in all forms of disarray
succumbed to wind too forceful for aluminum poles
overnight ghost town of wealthy tourist waste
Everyone's beach
Pink volleyball net tied to PVC pipes
to the south the tall hotels at Myrtle
North American Buenos Aires
Here shrimp boats line up like battleships
beach chairs rusted half-covered in the
blowing sand
Boys and girls play tae-bo with the waves
boogie boards shield the blow
Salubrious View
the name of the house we are renting
Sand dunes are now protected
where 25 years ago
I walked in my adolescence
pondering the world in this natural place
Once barren blowing sand
now sea oats, shrubs, and lilies
home to the belching frog, salamander,
snake, and jack rabbit
A passerby calls
"You are brave. The wind is really blowing!"
I smile and walk on
The wind reminds me that I am part of it
it calms me
blows right through me and purifies my heart
Like the blue crab, I retreat into my cave
as the heat of the day rises and the sun
bakes beach goers slathered in aromatic oils
crows stand quietly, as if meditating, in the dunes
facing the wind, on watch for something
When I come here, I know who I am
I know what I love
Like a church choir, the cicadas sing
their hymn
the toads join in
and the birds follow in the chorus
and I pray this song will not end
cDeby White Jizi 2002
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