Sandy Beaches

Off the shores of tropical region,
on the sands of exotic beaches,
the sea looks out into the earth,
and sees white people touring.

In an engagement of winter time shares,
they are encumbered with the art of leisure,
and wonder is he with them, a replacement.

The woman and her mother,
the boy and his grandfather.

Wonder what languages are they speaking,
on frosty morning like these here, while the
sun shows them what summer here is like.

They speak, no doubt, in their American.
Being American, and foreign. They feigned
what it must be like to be an immigrant
from a wealthy family to another port;
insensibly perhaps feeling good that an
empathy can be drawn for the immigrants
from other places to other places to places.

In America, there is a cold front moving in
with a lot of rain and ice. The sea watches us
from the air tonight, watches us from the ground.

While snowbirds roost within Mexican walls