windchimes screeching 

their chimes and clinks seem to anger the waves 

                        gray winds howl 

                        shaking white wooden piers

                        due for some new paint

a shrill girl laughs in the distance

oblivious parents are shuffling 

to their cars

disappointed about the interruption of their

sweet, sweet vacation

                                                                             i sit behind the windows

                                              & pity the abandoned sands 

Nana calls me from her kitchen

Don’t get too close, my dear, you never know when lightning strikes.

                                              no, we are lonely

                                    there is only us, not the world

I turn my back to the window,

            lured by the smell of snickerdoodle cookies, 

                                        & ignore the warnings of the windchimes.