In Development Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Bedecked with sequins.
And with the spark,
Of fire diamonds on fingers shown.
They own them.
Or at best...
They are leased.
To flash and please,
The onlookers teased.
And unbearably beseeched.

As they stroll across the sands,
With designer attire...
And leather bags clutched in hands.
The placements they have selected,
Are exquisite.
Centered for attention.
To achieve an acceptance and consent.

They would love to think those gawking as shallow.
They would love to think they harbor thoughts like that!
To give themselves reasons...
To perform acts found attractive.
And solict crowds to surround,
As they sunbath...
Swatting the appearance of annoying flies and ants!
And the billowing sand,
Kicking up from such activity...
Needlessly released.

In development...
Are the awkward poses they expose.
They are nouveau riche.
First time on a public beach.
And wanting folks to be aware...
Of the flaunting of their 'wares'.

In development...
And with fresh pretentions of their gains.
Aiming for quick glances...
They hope some hold and maintain.

Bedecked and bejeweled...
Bedazzled and much 'blinged'.
Wanting to stir up excitement.
From those chasing waves...
And caring less,
How inappropriate 'some' behave.

In development...
There they sit.
Looking quite foolish,
With turned up noses.
As if prepared to take snapshots...
From invisible camera clicks!

In development they are!
And delusioned by new wealth.
Observing the few who care to notice them...
Scorching themselves half to death.
As passersby wearing just swimsuits cry out,
'Your sunkissed skins...
Cry out for water,
Get in!
And take off all that crap! '

And they sit to ponder their positions.
Realizing...
Not one yacht appears in view!
They are on the wrong side of the beach.