MUSIC OF THE OCEAN

Starfish

Barefoot on the sand
flip flops in my hand

the sound that the tide make
is music from chorus
to fade

standing, grounded into the sand
feet are touched by the tide
as it goes back and forth

watching the seagulls
stretching it's wings and muscles

here comes the ice cream man
and the hotdog van

here comes the middle aged man
on his bike with loud music
rock genre Hispanic lyrics

Bikinis, tattoos, big and small
bellies, white and dark skins

Oh I miss the vibes
in the Island beach

where I have my own hammock
under the tree shade

i just lessen to the waves
and the song of the birds

but dreams move mountains
and here I am
at the noisy beach
where I don't see
any starfish