swimmers
go too far sometimes
and get taken
away
by the rip tide.
they're too tired to make
it back in.
their arms and legs
churn hopelessly
against
the blue sea
gone green.
what do they think as
they stare up
at the jeweled sky,
summer in full
bloom, their last words
towards a guardless shore
unheard
amongst the seagull's
cry.
Friday, August 4, 2017
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