The lady island dozes off the coast <br />and many dogs race ahead of themselves. <br />Several people amble, but each is alone, <br />acting out their different lifetimes. <br />Old women air undergarments <br />in a breeze still suffering a hint of ice <br />and a frantic terrier’s choked, <br />yippy bark through a frisbee <br />tickles the wave-hushed air. <br />Something dark lies in the broken surf, <br />bag or body, I search and find black oak, <br />but a stretching distribution of waves <br />rolls me back to shore again. <br />Gull shadows flit a vertiginous spin <br />across the pointed cliff face <br />and the ghost of a castle teeters <br />on the other side, bearing down on <br />a tidal stone, ready to fall <br />like an exhausted empire.<br /><br />Sonja Broderick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/beach-walk/
