We could hear it
Before the shutters were open,
The wind on the beach
Then we found
Miniature sand dunes
On the concrete of the balcony
And a dead leaf
Zig zagging,
Scratching an urgent message
In sanskrit
Before hitching a ride
On a frisky gust,
A plastic bag
Caught by a rail
rearing to go,
In such a flap
we see it free
To join a page of last week's news
Racing high
Above the undulating beach,
And the invisible flying sand
Casting a fast moving shadow
Stroking the beach clean.
Yesterday's footprints vanished,
replaced by smooth rippling
Wave formations,
A copy of the sea.
No one walking
Not even the dogs.
A day
For the rubbish to dance.