To a sunburnt shore,
flock red-skin factions
planting,
umbrella stations.
Cruising ocean souls.
Seek bewdy
Beach uniforms,
Police buggies on beach patrols!
Christian flock stands in the surf,
Blue wave king hit baptism cheer.
New pitch,
bats and balls,
beach cricket calls.
Japanese gent paddles. Quaint.
Trousers, suspenders and bare feet.
Sun glints, a revving,
IRB bucks,
The life guard grips the saddle.
Beyond the break, lapping silence shuns the crowds,
Water fondles,
Boardies chat. Oldies tread.
Salty scrapes and seaweed frowns.
Sprint the searing sands: Ouch!
Parks and bikes and taps.
Age. Art deco. Pee-pee pew!
Rinsing, changing, asbestos - eek!
Gang of girls flag capes, micro-shorts just cover pubic bones, slurring slang - noice!
Parks. Dogs. Kids. Flags. BBQs.
Close quarters at BBQs,
fatty smell of frying meat.
Early run home.
Jump the traffic,
Tennis, cricket, ABC3.
Steady as she goes.