The Fickleness of Summer

Summer fickleness; turbulent currents
ocean spray; brine tickling my nose
soft sand crunching beneath my bare toes; dodging glass and cigarette butts
sun glistening on my exposed skin; revealing imperfection to malicious eyes.

Summer’s festinate breeze
cools the passion, the hurried love,
bringing forth death and decay,
washing away the smiles and tanning oil.

Here comes the hurricane of tears and fists,
Welcome to the Beach:
May your love last as long
As a  Summer day.