into the wind

into the wind:

the air had come briskly over from the one side
and left a mark
on the water's cold edge.

the sun shining down caught the steady breeze
shaking the beach with bits of fractured light.

and where it was dry:
a child's toy, two women talking about life,
distant organ grinder music, a plastic fork,
an assemblage of bric-a-brac, drift wood and unrealized dreams.

with a flower vase carried in her right hand,
which held ointment instead of fresh cuttings,
a weeping girl sat heavily on her shadow,
her bald head filled with mystery.
she looked up and saw a darkened cloud
about to block the sun.

a kite spun crazily overhead
when a young boy unrolled his string.

his hair was whipped by the wind.

he saw the toy but knew it wasn't his. 

he heard the crying girl, but knew he didn't know. 

the two women kept talking about life while walking away.