Things that Need Repair
 
Are evident in the Fall
when sleeves and
alarm clocks 
become a necessity.
 
All the beaches were overloaded
with vacationers who needed
to start thinking about tomorrow
when it would be too chilly 
to lie in the sun.  And so they left.
 
Now the beaches can stretch
out again, send food wrappers
out to sea.   Hoping those 
who forgot their sunglasses
will come back and get them.
 
Welcome back the shore birds
who walk with a lighter step.
 
This little pocket of time
with obligations dispensed
and one last moment to look 
for resolve to fix unfixables.
 
Will we have to wait for evolution
to send us back to the sea?
Or hustle up a few more hurricanes
to keep the beaches natural? 
 
Will it be more of the same
until fate is tired of  us?
Or desperate new resolves
that give fate more ammunition?
 
L. Fullington

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