noon storm

water pulls water
wind rushes sand up the boardwalk
2 kites surf tension tethered
to a line of flight

 dune gritty tears,
sea oat lashes aflutter

an old couple walk slowly against
the coming storm, back to their car
under a pelican quincunx

a motorboat skims the sandbar
heading back for cover.
i love it when it rains on the beach at noon.

day interuptus, the water cools. an eye of blue
peeks through the dark circle. no thunder
or  towed billboard whine
 just the crackling palmettos
dry stalk speech
 broken shells against the surf
and a boat's  coke bottle thrum
over a jaded gulf.

and at evening, a dolphin
 surfaces, fin a black
 silhouette menacing, sharkish
 until the dive. killer fish
 swim in a straight line
 they breath water.
 i assure you, it's a dolphin,
look for it come up again
 to the left of the sun sword
 dividing the water .

but i should do bills.
 they don't go away just
 because it's vacation.
the ocean keeps rolling in.

the dunes have settled
 in for a nap under
 a blanket sprinkled
by  cooling clouds.