I Assure You. Poem by RIC BASTASA

the sand has expanded its territory
the sea is getting more shallow

the vines that crawl on the sand
tease the waves into a play

you are into some ways finding
how to forget how to heal

the 50-year old man has a wound
and the fat woman is about to cry

there is a big bottle of beer in the basket
and some butterscotch and crackers

all of you are crazy about the first sunset
and the bigger waves at the end of the day

the one-year old baby is naked and
holding tightly on the mother's breast

i may be lost too just like the rest here
but this is only temporary. I assure you.