I watch the chairs
   That watch the ocean,
 Wondering whether 
   Some passerby will take 
   A seat to admire
      The turquoise water
      & crashing surf.

No one does.

Tourist and local alike
   Spill by in a rush to get
   Through paradise to
   Somewhere else --
   Probably a cruddy
       Hotel room or
       Unloved job. 

Of course, if someone 
   Did take a seat,
   They might be run off
   On the grounds that
      These are proprietary
      Chairs.

[That's just the petty world
   In which we live;
      Where a business will
      Protect its space for 
      Exclusive use by 
      Nonexistent customers.]

One might suggest that
   It's too hot to sit 
   And admire the ocean,

But by the time those chairs
   Have cooled,
   The view will be 
      Blackness.