040211a Beachfront Poem by Manonton Dalan

rubber rubs molded rocks with tar
in between double white long lines
breathing blue; warming, turning fan
humming moving towards center-line
searching a place to rest for night
before sunshine comes for delight

furling flags in building gaps, sidewalk
happy feet brushing cobblestone in soles
flashing sign, a blue crabs, tasty food
take a serving for two before bedtime
talk a little bit, sipping virginia wine
believe it, nice place and where i am