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