Fine diamonds of tan sand
crush between my toes as I
rush to the crowded carnival of beach.
We are on a safari,
battling tree top umbrellas and vicious vendors
for the perfect paradise.
Coconut cream blends into skin,
as childish feet flee the shade
of our rainbow tree.
My limber body dances
with salty waves to the music of faraway
ship horns and boardwalk melodies.
Buttery explosions of popcorn
mix with Nathan’s Famous –
a heavenly attraction
towards the concession stand.
Coney’s mechanic adventures
illuminate the night sky.
The twisting turns of the Cyclone,
The circling of the Wonder Wheel –
we twirl across the midway,
high on tooth aching cotton candy.
Time to go, whispers the island.