they say it is 'local's summer now'
good until after october
on monday morning 9 am there's 4 people
including me i walk from end to end of the bay
there's some flower heads and orange peels
the ocean devours all of it while leaf blowers
discreetly manicure the terraces
one of them has a traffic jam of greek statues
all of then facing towards whatever house
is behind the blowing sunshades and pediments
but even money and a splashy pad cannot
keep the ocean at bay as it inches up and up
ready to wash every bangle and brass sundial
seized engulfed
with the love of water until they dissolve
until you can't tell the water from the substance
and dark in the abyss that awaits
electric blue and inviting on the doorstep
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