Narrative Poem

The heat poured down on us,
The sun abusing us with it’s rays,
It didn’t matter though,
We were close now.

With a quick change,
Well, one that wasn’t so quick,
The line for the stalls was long,
Sweaty bodies harder to strip of clothing.

Wait. Wait. Wait.
All three of us were ready,
The cool ocean only a few hundred feet away,
The beach was crowded, but at this point, that was not a concern.

The unlucky one of our posse had to wait again,
This was Brooklyn, you couldn’t just leave valuables with anyone,
Us champions headed for the disease ridden water,
This was Brooklyn, what could you expect?

With the Garbage and other happy beach goers,
In we went,
The small waves no impact,
The water cool enough, cool enough for us.

Once our third was free to also swim,
A walk, one with people watching,
Grins, whistles, hoots,
All added to our joy.