Clear salt water.
A bevy of scanty suits walks past.
Three to a set.
We’re sitting with the locals on the big rocks.
Slow lapping waves.
A lunch also gets you a change of view.
Climb out like a lizard.
Just enough time to lounge in the sun.
Up stares down.
Bosoms are everywhere, nobody notices.
Potato cheese mush.
A chance to relax as the air dries.
A chance to relax as the world dies.
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