3rd day of guests —
the soup pot
blows its lid

sand dollar
the morning’s first set
of footprints

camera shoot —
seafroth clings
to her cleavage

boarding the Greyhound —
one seat left
on the ocean side

sudden downpour
the lizard takes its shadow
into a wall hole

thunderstorm
white pigeons stroll
the man-of-war’s deck

beach shack
a garden
of shells

windswept dunes —
the road map flaps
on the scorching hood

rearview mirror —
dark clouds gathering
into a twister

stalactites
the howls of children
echoing back