the white gulls

I see the bridge
from the window, the long array
of cars
heading home.
another summer come and gone.
the stores
are closing.
the food stands, the life
guards are packing
it in.
the kids are piled
into the backs of cars.
dogs,
and chairs.
t-shirts, five for a dollar.
salt water taffy
and shells.
I see the bridge
from the window, the cars
heading west,
heading home.
tomorrow the beach will be empty.
no out there but the white
gulls, and us.