• Santa Cruz

    Bikini tied around my hips
    Bare feet buried in the sand
    Taste of saltwater on my lips
    Jump in the waves, then run back to land
    Licking powdered sugar from a funnel cake
    Sun burnt shoulders, sunglasses on head
    Receiving glares from the noise we make
    Giggling about something the other said
    Hair tangled in the wind from going fast on a ride
    The sky begins to dark as bright lights turn on
    We have freedom, no rules to abide
    Curled on a blanket, listening on the lawn
    As midnight approaches, the park begins to shutdown
    We leave with the happy thought that the Boardwalk will always be around