He shuffled, white-faced,
genetically over-modified,
a board, clipped, under the arm
of his sports coat.

Grey flannels neat, pressed,
were propped on stiff sandals,
whose leather was woven
like the leaves of leeks.

Curved forward, wincing,
he breast-stroked a summer’s wave of the obese, the tattooed, the ugly, the silly, the anxious, the angry, the innocent, the poor, the disappointed, the badly behaved, swearing and spitting, the resting, relaxing, laughing swell of July’s high tide.