back with me.
sand in my shoes.
in my ears,
my eyes.
my skin will be red.
my hands soft from the ocean.
books
will be half read.
my eyes will wander down
the shore.
ships will appear and disappear.
the sun
will swing over to the bay side.
i'll go home
and turn my shoes over,
spilling another summer into
my hand.
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