there's a new war on, but we're at the beach

we catch

a glimpse of the new war

starting

while

in the pool,

kicking our legs gently

in the steamy

echo of blue

tiled walls.

we're the only ones

there,

a tv is on

in the corner.

the screen blurred.

it literally is the fog of war.

but we're on

vacation.

will it ruin our breakfast?

or dinner.

our walk

along the beach

gathering shells and letting

the cool wash of ocean

lap our feet?

no.

we'll rent bikes in the late

afternoon,

and travel miles and miles

across the hard sand

of winter, and worry

little about war.