ANCHORS IN THE WIND

ponderation:

Postcard from Tulum by Todd Wall

 

Calm blue waters.

Pink sand.

Palm trees wave in the sea breeze.

A burst of wind lifts the palm trees.

From their roots, they fly.

From their anchors in the sand.

A puff of wind

and they’re gone.

THE OCEAN ROARS ITS FURY

 

 

The ocean roars its fury.

It removes any intruders.

No boats to drift on its surface.

No swimmers to ride its waves.

Frustration hits the rocks.

Anger raises the wave swells.

Birds flee.

The sun hides.

We wait.

Will the waters recede?

The answer lies in the ocean’s depths.

BENEATH THE WAVES

 

Someone watches me from the water.

A head bobs in the shallow waves.

Yellow eyes sparkle in the sunlight.

A man rises from the waves.

A man in a wet suit.

The yellow spots must have been

a reflection from the sun.

Ouch.

I’m shot.

He shot me with a spear gun.

Too late.

I’m falling.

Will I wake to find

it had been a bad dream?

I hope so.

THE PERFECT PARADISE

 

 

Welcome to Oasis, Florida.

Tourists fill the streets & beaches,

searching for the perfect paradise.

The perfect wave.

The perfect partner.

The perfect party.

When night comes,

the fun begins.

 

THE DEAD GAME

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