A Day At The Beach: The Benches
Summer after summer, year after year, people come and go.
The benches remain at the beach.
Still stand the structures, corroded by salt
Swept to shore on sea breezes.
Old wood, cracked and tarnished,
Revarnished over and over.
The sea is the same while the benches are not. But who can tell?
The benches remain.
They are here, at the beach to stay.