Beaches

Alpha and Omega waves bring our thoughts into array, tending to those vile shoves of drunken misbehaving bums, clarifying much anew, twenty years, another you.  Sniffing, I can smell the same, clear, refreshing dropping rain, here where juxtapose our seas, sunlight bright on luscious trees.  Coconuts are ripe and rich, falling in a filling ditch, teaching in melodic sounds, everywhere escape abounds, so long as it is near some beaches; warmly free, a poet teaches