Holiday Weekend

The water flows in
and flows out
washing the plastics,
and glass from city
boatie’s picnics
to this night’s tideline.

The island's seaweed
heaves and sighs
while in the distance
phosphorescence glistens
in the enlightening evening.

I also sigh
as the gibbous moon
droops over the sea
pointing towards a return
to the throng
of the metropolis.
This is the last night
of a perfect island
summer holiday retreat.