Midsummer, Tobago – Derek Walcott
Broad sun-stoned
beaches.
Seagulls
beg children
For
a bite of melted ice-cream
On
waffle cones that taste
Like
cardboard coated in sugar.
A
crab runs the length of the beach,
Eventually
scurrying back after
Rethinking
his choices. I hate
The
way sand feels between my
Toes.
Silver flashes of life get caught
In
shallow pools of salt that litter
The
beach like broken beer bottles.
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