Baby Waves

By the pool summoned up tragically,
moving men and families,
by the slim line surf of the sea

A woman and baby stand on the fringe
of sand and swell
cut by the scissors of riptide current

She wades and the baby waves t shadows on the sand,
her a hat a rag tied loose and the back and a straw fedora for the mother,
or sister, friend or sitter.

Stripes thin her:
in that vest she appears thinner
but the baby is a sister to a yet
unknown brother,
but for now the Sun bakes,
so cover up with the rag.
Carry on to overtake.