I am at the beach.
The sun is going down.
Crimson fills the sky.
A man comes up
and asks me to leave.
Is this your private beach,
I ask?
No, it’s public,
he answers.
Is this your private sunset,
I ask?
No, it’s public,
he answers.
Then what’s the problem,
I ask?
There isn’t enough for both of us,
he answers.
Enough sand for both of us to stand,
I ask?
Enough crimson light for both of us to see,
he answers.
With that, I fill my eyes with crimson light
and walk away, leaving him what’s left.
Marco Island, Florida
2015