Mediterranean Seen

 

MEDITERRANEAN SEEN

My first trip to the beaches of the Mediterranean. I could hardly believe the luck of this truck-driving Iowa farm girl. Growing up landlocked and surrounded by rows of corn, there were no beaches where I was born. My imagination filled in the gaps: pristine sand and crystal blue water with occasional white caps. Of course I imagined people, too. Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous had prepared me for yachts and families outfitted in nothing but the best. What I wasn’t prepared for was the unimaginable.

old men in Speedos
and breasts that have long retired
cannot be unseen

2013-07-21
P. Wanken

 

Written for Poetic Bloomings “Life is a Beach” – Day 21: Muscle Beach/Bikini Beach.

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