Bike lane smooth red and hot
Narrow tires and flip flops hit it way past sundown
Aromas mix from beach bar fried food and young people's fruity smoke
The smell of freshly boiled corn wafting through beachside town
Tandem bikes pass by so close to the sand
dumbfounded teens with drinks and smokes in their hands
Surfboard carrying middle aged men who seldom found a wave
Scantily clad girls simultaneously dancing and walking the pavement
The beach totally colonized by umbrella hugging families
Big chilly bins and beach chairs filled with sun-loving folks by the sea
Swarms of children confused by all the space and muddle
Not knowing whether to dig to jump or paddle
Beach vendors whistle and shout
Oh the warm bustle how could I go without?
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