South of the Border

In a future postcard
Where the color of the Ocean
Matches the deep blue green
Ink used for printing.

Where there is no seaweed
Dragged in with the tide
To litter the rough
Coral beaches and
Sparkling fish scales.

The salty sea air
Is nothing like the northwest.
Here a tropical sea breeze
Is sunshine and salsa,
With a shot of lime.

Then as the sun drops
Far behind the horizon
My coral beach
Turns orange.
The sky is pink, the ocean ink.