Lobos on the Playa de Bikini

Late afternoon sun, and a vendor who keeps walking.

Like lobos
near the sea
they bake
in the warm caresses
of the late afternoon sun.
A man with a styrofoam chest
offers helados
and refrescos.
No one listens.
He treks.
The waves,
sounds of children,
echo against the coast.
Like lobos
they lie
in the late afternoon sun.
A man treks with a styrofoam chest.

A poem by Pemba Umoja