Coralville Public Library's Teen Zine
The Beach by Phoebe
a frond of awkward palm leaves faces east
its feathers rising fore to greet the sun
the waves still roll in rhythmic, gentle peace
a surfer strokes out for his morning run
but all's not well on this seem'd serene day
below the ocean floor dark shadows lurk
white seabirds squawk their warnings through the bay
and sand crabs in their glassy tidepools jerk
great sharks with rows of white and shinning teeth
leap up and lock their jaws in on the kill
flat seaweed tangles round them like a wreath
until they plunge back through thick clouds of krill
the surfer paddles past the waves again
un'ware of dangers come and fled past him