Metallic ocean waves
will not devour me—
this moment, invincible.
Shaven-headed dude,
his hound veering
across the uneven plaza,
eagerly visualizing
some vague triumph—
shit teetering on the verge.
Beneath this devil sun,
vociferous men,
devoid of socks,
converse sharply
about investments
in rental ventures,
their glances evasive,
ignoring my overly long
verdant straw—
delivering this
shivery salvation:
iced beverage, victorious.