Sarah Rosenblatt - Poetry

    MIAMI BEACH--
    THE ELDERLY ONCE OWNED THE AVENUES
    
    In polka-dotted tee shirts,
    they shuffle past mint green hotels.
    Their bellies overhang their shorts.
    Their lifelines sink inward.
    
    Any reassuring pat is welcomed
    by their backs,
    remembered  there.
    
    Side by side,
    their eyes register the tides
    that leave imprints 
    of spines in the sand.