ocean city, maryland

the pale line
of bodies, stretched
on the wide swath
of hot sand.
umbrellas tilted
full of ocean
wind, drilled down
giving just a
petal of shade.
the smell of
pizza and fried chicken
filling the air.
a sputtering plane
with a red tail
saying eat here
plows through the
blue sky.
you've come here
most of your
life and done
the same.
the chilled waves
always a
surprise, as is
the passing of
another year bringing
you to this age.