Morning view from my kitchen window

Nights, Brighton pier - glittering and glamorous, carnival rides flying wild, lights and people blaring -

The morning after - a shapeless shadow:

dark hulk of trash heavy on the sun-glazed blazing gray waves;
a careless heap of sticks, the pier; empty eaten-out paper take-away cartons, its amusements.

Only a pair of white lights glare from its center, venomous, unblinking, set to scurry dirtily away.

A colorful quartet of sun-lit sailboats glide in a line to the hoizon behind -