a room with a view.
an ocean
view.
the sand and sea,
gulls
frolicking about.
a room
where we could see the long
stretch
of the boardwalk.
a veranda
to sit upon and sip our
coffee as the sun
came up
all bright
and yellow and full of
seaside hope.
but no.
we got the other side,
the dark
side
where the ac units are
stacked high
and churn
and turn all night.
where the green dumpsters
are picked
up at the crack
of dawn.
sending a waft
of garbage into our eyes.
how we
endured the thump and clank
of the trucks
as they idled loudly
before
driving off.
and the sirens of cop cars
flying by.
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