A woman peels fresh oranges inside a cave.
Sunbathers on the first day of winter
Go not unlike the tide from sand into water.
Kids in bare feet walk volcanic shoals
To get to deep blue pools of anemones.
The paddleboarders stand heroically
As if prepared to drift away to sea.
The only thoughts worth having
Are the loping curls of surf.
There are no teachers left
Except this moment:
The long paddles that slowly stroke the water,
The couple who stare at the surface light glitter.
Still, one can hear the wheels of the roller coaster
In the distance, the screams.
