How many great beach read Paperback pages unturned Denouements unlearned While the tide steals in undetected, And another lightly salted, Sun-quenched afternoon Withers on the vine? Only the Adirondack chair Unused and unamused Placed just so For the perfect view knows The number of suns that set untoasted Tide receding Burnt orange sherbet sky Languishing in the weary arms Of the sea. Gulls protest Still put the day to rest. And only the Adirondack chair Place just so... Unused and unamused, Only the Adirondack chair knows. © By Diana Mercedes Howell (writerworks@live.com)