Let’s go to the water
Spark on the waves
Cold grit between out toes
No one here but you and I
And the far off breath of winter
Tumbling discarded fans and tissues past us
Shuttered stands
Still reeking of oil and sugar
The dryer sands
Still imprinted with bottoms and feet
Gum wrappers and drink bottles winking
sunlight
Cool enough to put my arms around you
Like I wanted to but couldn’t
All summer long
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