Seagulls overhead
waves crash in the distance
umbrellas as colorful as striped beach balls
bikinis speedos
kites soar in the distance
looking further I see a barge ship,
wonder its cargo.
Sunny Isles has the bluest water
I’ve ever seen,
now New York beaches
look dirty and not as attractive.
You have created a memorable place and space with your words. The attention given to the senses is great. Wherever Seagulls are there is a distinct smell wafting around water and land. Lovely nostalgia
Love the title setting the stage for the poem — scensory, lyric, love it!