We could hear it 
Before the shutters were open, 
The wind on the beach 

Then we found 
Miniature sand dunes 
On the concrete of the balcony 
And a dead leaf 
Zig zagging, 
Scratching an urgent message 
In sanskrit 
Before hitching a ride 
On a frisky gust, 
A plastic bag 
Caught by a rail 
rearing to go, 
In such a flap 
we see it free 
To join a page of last week's news 
Racing high 
Above the undulating beach, 
And the invisible flying sand 
Casting a fast moving shadow 
Stroking the beach clean. 
Yesterday's footprints vanished, 
replaced by smooth rippling 
Wave formations, 
A copy of the sea. 
No one walking 
Not even the dogs. 

A day 
For the rubbish to dance.