Live, and make life;
Live, and don’t die.
Live, and live
Win–and, make win.
Yes! Win, and don’t lose!
Win, and win…
More than me
More than you
Less than three
What if your bladder is nearly full?
And, your throat is scratchy and dry…
Just tryin’ to get by–
The sand beneath my feet is hard. I touch the rockbed of Terranea Beach. It wasn’t always sandy, here. They made it so around 2009: when the Resort was established. They presently celebrate Terranea Resort’s tenth anniversary.
I now scratch my foot upon the scraggy rock surface. Tourists hover and go about their business around me. The leftward rock perch is popular, today! A small, East Asian girl builds a rock tower to my left; an elderly white couple sits behind me. One of them has Bill Clinton and James Patterson’s novel, The President is Missing. I am not curious enough to ask how it is. I have my own novel, Golden Son, beside my right elbow. I enjoy it so far.
A jet-black chopper passed by above, moments ago. I wonder who sat in it.