the bliss of beach.
the plateau of blue water
hinged to the bluer sky.
the sling
of white gulls searing
the sea.
skipping lightly
across the brown sand.
the ocean is cold, too
cold to swim,
but let's go down,
let's walk, let's
let this mystery roll
across our feet.
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