The Jersey Shore

Grains of sand stick in between my toes
as I walk across the washed out
brown planks of boardwalk

whose shadow throws a cape over cigarettes
stuffed and twisted in mounts of beige

Closer to the ocean
gusts of wind pull a yellow umbrella from the beach

A woman covered with white lines
of unabsorbed suntan lotion runs
after the tumbling umbrella

Above, jet planes pull strips
of advertisements through the sky

I stand at the shoreline
Water rushes around my toes
and my feet sink in the shelly sand