Poezja

 
        tourists, passing by
 
the shore, pose, trying to seem
 
        nonchalant
 


 


 
        the beggar stops to
 
        go and pet the dog
 


 


 
        the child stops to
 
consider a shell, before
 
        the next wave breaks
 


 


 
        congas tattoo a pulse as
 
        pelicans glide as a wedge