bend bend bend

Like shadows in the afternoon,
bent lazily like the breeze and wilted by a days harsh sun.
Shadows that are more like tired light than the blocking of it.
It is this that insinuates the slouching posture of the distant palms,
those that arch and leak ripe fruit on a sandy patch,
those that bow so gracefully as to lend a coconut only a short "pat" fall into soft moist sand. Dig down for an inch or two and feel the water table leak right back in, the inners tides of moisture rippling out of white sand.

All that ironically fits on a beer bottle label? Am I missing some frightening realization? *sip* ..... *sip*