Off Boardwalk

[RiverNotch]

Cracked soles in wet sand
pebbled with twigs and shards
of wine bottle, wave vomit
moulding on the haggard shore
two hundred meters down
from paradise.

Disgusting -- also, beautiful. I saw a tourist with bad shoes walking surly down the coast, noticing nasty details regular nothings would ignore. But that speaks more of me than of the poem, and I don't have any issues with the poem.