At Torrey Pines Beach

Stones
sand
smooth from
ocean’s caress
washed up
along shore
over time
warm to the touch
heated by the sun.

Children running
“You stepped out of bounds!”
one child yelled.

An older man did push-ups
in sand.
Another guy
long and curly
blonde
hair walked by
with camera
freezing time
stood still.

A guitar strummed
constant rhythm
pelicans pumped
blue
air through
wings gliding
invisible surface

Shoe printed in
sand with tire treads.
I’ve been here before
I’ve read this poem before.
Barbeque smelt meat
blackened.

Mound of molded
sand canyon
outlined by froth
white
water hole dug
by children
done playing castle.

- Johnny Tran