Devon
amidst a sultry warmth
three boys answered
the call
of Devonian dawn
and with no words to warn
saw no cause
to fear the sirens luring call.
surf gently boiled trims the shore
with silver pearls,
then, with throaty holler
and backs arched
three boys
cast their bodies into the brisk and briney
blue who’s welcome embrace extorts
gleeful gasps
with her cooling.
arms now a-wheel
three boys set their sights on a distant rocky shore
where bare, hot feet dance on baking crust
after fashioned
clumsy landing
as lizards bask
three boys fail to grasp a tide swiftly changed.
where there was naught
two vivid flags now fiercely fly
extol the demarked zone
where now
three boys are in clear breach.
panicked hearts must throw themselves
at safeties shore
arms and blood pump
but with riptides pull of each drive alee
three boys foresee their drowning.
with the last breath gasp of a final push
they hit the beach
landed fish flop lungs stretched to burst
where three boys see,
in thankful eyes, no words need they speak