We crossed onto the nude beach
for the last little walk
to the clothed portion.
It’s fascinating that
so many of the nude
people are men.
Where are the women I wonder?
Are all these middle-aged dudes
alone,
alone and at the beach.
They look forlorn somehow
bodies the leather brown of sun worshipers,
penis’s flaccid and hanging,
butt’s slack and loose.
These are not the bodies that inspire lust,
just old guys,
naked on the beach
like little islands of tarnished vanity
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