Beach goer

 There against the tidal wall making your stand by sitting
Sun take notice of us
humid breeze tickle those bare bodies
murmuring voices and delicate thrashes of weepy waves

Footsteps go unheard through the wet sand
he reads under a full brimmed hat and dark sunglasses
the tropical shrub hovering over his head whspering
perfect shade

the tranquility of ths day
maybe scarce so many in the war torn reaches
but not for him here on fortaleze beach