There’s a shark on the beach.
And a hippo.
Nearby a boy sits buried in sand up to his
neck and his younger brother is making spirals in the sand, circling around and
around him as he moves further and further away.
He seems untroubled by the shark,
uninterested by the hippo.
A woman leans over the water as if it is
the first time she has seen it.
She too is unaware of the hippo behind her.
A man jumps into a hole half filled with
water, another does a front flip into the waves and a third goes around and
around in circles as he rides a snow board attached to a plastic tube that
squirts water and raises him from the surface of reality.
Elsewhere a woman pushes a bike across the
sand.
She is tanned, her skin the colour of
evening.
Her hair, tangled like seaweed, is darker.
She would see the hippo if she cared to
look.
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