The Bookstore on the Beach
Green Oliver ran a bookstore on Venice Beach
It stocked many modern writers
And Kierkegaard sold especially well
Oliver could always be found in his shocking pink deckchair
In front of the store
Many people considered him to be a slacker
But I knew the truth
For when the store was closed
He would discuss its layout with me
And its relationship
With the dynamics of the night-tide
Anita Unclothed
Further down the beach a woman named Anita
Owned a shop selling all kinds of beachwear
She designed everything she sold
And it made her proud
To see her creations
Displayed on the beach
But all was not well
For she knew that the increasing
Popularity of nudism
Would begin to eat into her profits
The Lifeguard
Frank had been a lifeguard for over forty years
And now was in his mid-seventies
He still rescued unfortunates
Each day from the sea
Frank had been decorated many times
During his days in Vietnam
And had been a champion body builder
But he was going slowly blind
A fact that he kept to himself
As he knew that there was no call for blind lifeguards
Even here in Venice