Miami Beach

Grey... deserted...
just after dawn...
a desert next to
a sea... We walk down
 
the beach about
a half a mile.
You swim.
I pick up a shell,
 
amazed the living
made such a shape
and made it in
a life-long sleep.
 
We walk the beach
back the half mile.
The blond boy comes
out of our hotel,
 
muscle-chested,
with bones of bronze
and the middle-aged
couple like us,
 
and the old woman,
the old women,
again, another day,
everywhere, older alone.