bikini people
run and walk
on summer sand
where warnings
are ignored and
space aliens
are utterly false
heat is the
orange sun
and the
tan of
my skin
is chocolate
brown
whistles here
whistles there
we hear the
cheer of young
and old
louder smiles
cans of coke
of pepsi
and umbrellas
on pinya juice
float like boats
2014
chester maynes 