fries splattering sea-salt perfume
into the waves of tourists
chattering about this and that
smooth jazz & hip hop from the
bearded-afro-man in the hawaiian
tee blaring from his stereo
green-blue skyline gathering like
sea foam at the horizon blurring with
the sunset into the malibu bay
a cool breeze whistling against
the naked legs of girls with flower-crown
hair and overpriced sunglasses
the air burning electric
from the smell of formaldehyde
dusk crawling into view
the LED ferris wheel
lit up like stars against
a blue-black night &
the laughter of tourists
bubbling against an ivory moon
the curvature of their smiles
reminiscent of a song