The Hollow World In Me

in a line the light dances in a passionate rush, crushes onto shore chinese beauties flailing their tulip white skirts in their surge towards the audience the roar and burst of bubbles the applause of satiated spectators another summer, another wave of humanity burst onto sand that swishes at the feet the waves refuse them to leave a trail in their passionate walk in a million ways the sea dances patronising the stage of water and sand from a distance the swishing sound of coconut leaves laughter of mother and child, men meld with the waves to remind of a world i unknowingly missed