Shrouded umbrellas, like
crucified monks, stoic, regarding
warm surf breaking against steep sand.
Beyond the waves,
pulsing party boats
sell revelry and forgetfulness
to young people focused on pelvic beats
and right now.
The monks do not shrug.
They await morning to open
and offer shade
for humans slow with brightness and regret.
(top: shutterstock.com; left: patioumbrellanstands.biz; right: dreamstime.com)
Narble Furt Lives 
Very nice! Unusual imagery. Thanks, Jim.
I was enjoying dinner, on vacation, and the row of umbrellas caught my imagination. Had to share.
So glad you’re enjoying this break!
It’s a good break, sort of. It’s put me back to what I really do, which is re-embrace my oddness.
So lovely~
🙂