The waves break cold.
A boy whistles—
Girl ears perk.
The ocean tribes of August
Run the hot strand.
Kelp floats bob
Like miniature buoys.
Planes tow banners
For SeaWorld, cars, insurance.
A banner’s shadow
Paints a porpoise black.
Desire? Registered in
Young legs devouring
Beach. Bikinis want
Muscle on offshore boards.
Sexual telepathy lost
On surfers with backs turned.