Rompeola
Written by HJ Morales
Tides sway washing sand waltz
grandma's hands scrape soapy ribbed metal.
Foam brews, grunts splash in the air
salting lungs, cleaning carbon.
She drained dirty water on grass,
Simba, the dog, rolled on mud to cool.
Eres un puerco, the Boxer's flat, perfect snout.
No tienes verguenza, shameless he slept in cool filth.
Summer burned through, desert's sun boiled
mercury as we drove to the Gulf’s timid shore.
She lay her towel on the grey sand beach
sprinkled with beer cans and coals.
She looked at the sky pleading, her skin
salted by air. Porque estas enojado?
Sizzling, she walked into foam
her knees folded as water grasped her neck.
