Don't Let That Beach (after Wayne Hogan)

Don't let that beach go anywhere on its own.

Just dress the part and sip your milk and know

The books to your left will serve as tickets 

Away from that mind of yours that ferries 

Anybody game for letting go, 

While keeping a lid on any outburst 

Of acrobatics you might splay into 

With unlikely lifts and circularities 

Along the flat plane of pure white sand,

Already tantalizing in its even 

Granules to sift between your fingers 

About to thumb through pages of each book,

Then plan some dream vacation to the peace 

Of lush waves swelling forward and back.