will be in the sand soon.
you'll spread your
blanket,
corner to corner,
twist the umbrella in for shade.
you'll
have salt
in your eyes.
your ears and nose
will be
crusted with
sand and ocean.
the sun will bake you
red.
the book in your lap
will never
get past page one.
you will lie out on
the red
raft and float.
you will raise your
head and look
when someone yells
out, porpoise, but you
don't care.
you'll paddle
away from shore.
leaving the boardwalk
behind you.
how far away is France?
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