Tanned bodies contrast with very pale rosy white ones
Walking by boy and girl, child and parent, sand and seawater
Fit middle-aged residents slip through the sand and disappear into the waves
Large awkward tourists mope at the shore, where white wash waxes their lumpy limbs
Football youths bronzed and beer gutted head-butt their ball and brag into the day
as if they were pushing it into being real
Hoards of chilli-bin lugging hawkers make their way arduously
through the deep squishy sand
Umbrellas have landed like parachutes
Giving short shards of shade for the midday timid
Beach vibration tropical and vivid.
Airplanes drag advertising across the open sky
Thin sly locals rent you beach chairs sunglasses and beards get to work
Launches, yaughts and cargo ships slide off the horizon
like it was the edge of the world
A couple of miles from this pile of islands god tried to glue to paradise
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