Oceanic Angels

Last night

I found a beach

hidden Away

from most in

this

Metropolis

Driving along

We came upon

this

beach

Volcanic sand

and overcast

and murky water

but

Beautiful

Giant

seashells

From the Cretaceous

Era

are piled high and

covered in

silken spiderweb

OH

how my seashells

Shine and Glisten

in the nonexistent

sun-shine

Iridescently

varnished by Nature

Braided and beaded

Royal and Aqua

Hidden in the deep blues

shells' belly

a

Smooth soft

Polished sand-tones

[I imagine what beautiful photographs I could capture in this breathtaking setting, when the sun catches the light in the shells]

There are people

in the Water and

on the beach

Wrinkled and

White-haired

but oh-so-tan

Water aerobic waders

So we flounder

and Explore

He swims

and the Fish

large as small

Children

disappear

into the murky

Water

as we get close

Ghosts of the ocean

In their whiteness

Fins

So sheer

Wings

on

Oceanic Angels

What a queer little dream...