When I first see this shore of burnished gold
I wonder why it thrusts so insular
And brags about the tallest and most bold
Across every man-made peninsula.
But then the powdered white sand warms my feet
Under a sun that never ever fails
To lure bathers down from the brazen street
While towers cast shadows like gaff-rigged sails.
Ear drums are schmoozed by fizzing seas and breeze
That leaps above the waves of stone-washed blue
And stirs each crest into a creamy tease
Of frothy foam - a cool, refreshing brew.
Wooed and smitten I can sink into rest
And bid my mind forget my tarnished quest.