sea break

* sea break *
Give me sky
Crashing waves raw
Crisp rich salt air
Call of hungry seagulls
Crunch of shells underfoot
Stench of bait on the pier
Where fishermen dangle lines
Curse as jetting squid pulled up
Away from these closed streets
Hollow canyons of commerce
The people wearing hangman masks
Grey suits and cow hide satchels
All the rushed abrupt messaging
Soberness of tired funeral directors
Lockjaw for the soul
Allow escape to the Cape
To coast and sea and beach
To shrieks of laughter
And seaside sunset happy ever afters.