hot sun red dirt soft sand little ants
morning hiding behind rising clouds
waves crashing into headstands
surfers floating swimmers bobbing
dogs barking birds flapping

the sheet spread by but rests, tired
but awakened by words and bicycles
the beautiful two wheel sustainble kind
and i dream of all mornings to begin like this
warmly grey and a misty silence

moving by at the speed of bicycle
so i can see most everything