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Summer at the beach —
sapphire footsteps wash away
with the tide’s return.

Holes dug by children
in a coarse afternoon wind
slowly fill with sand.

A gull watches us
drunk on an infinite breeze
pull words from a book.

Back and forth they go
swimming in the cold water
until the sun falls

and the people leave
plucking low chairs from the sand
while the ocean sets.

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Husband. Father of four. Cyclist. Musician. Poet. Sci-fi enthusiast. Writes from Boston, MA.

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