Playa Carrillo

Baked arc of white sand
     rimmed by palm.

Perfect green swell rises, crests, curls, crashes
     with a booming slap;
     echoes through the tube

        collapsing.

Foam like milk, carbonated
     one hundred million tiny bubbles popping.
     Sun glint sprays in every direction―
          piercing eyes,
          roasting skin.

Water rushes up the sand
     shorebirds scatter.

Now sweeps back into sea,
     as next crest curls,
     and a hot wind rustles palm shadows.