Benefits Pending

The boardwalk ends like a pension plan
that stopped showing up.
A sign says area closed,
but the ocean never followed rules.

Planks slump like ex-employees
waiting for purpose to call back.
Shadows come and go—
no clock, no punchline, just habit.

They called it retirement—
a view, some quiet, the slow reward.
But it feels more like a layoff
nobody bothered to announce.

No memos, no coffee, no names left to forget.
Just wind filing its own report.
I lean on the rail, light fading.
So this is what all the meetings were for.

New Smyrna Beach, Florida

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