Three ScenesThis is a beach whose smallness encapsulates the ocean- you can watch either tail of the white sand from the snackbar platform as they wrap around two horizonsThree Scenes
It climbs into October looking like a man
who climbs into his attic to recover a missed novel
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At the interface of salt and fresh waters seabirds preen nervously, exchange glances, but say nothing
They look south even as snackbar patrons blanket the littorals
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Though often plowed by errant frisbees dune grass is, &nbs
A wave o babies
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"He whispered something to her, did the Fine Prince, / something about love and night and intention. / She heard no hoof-beat of the horse and saw no flash of the / shining steel". - Gwendolyn Brooks, "A Bronzeville Mother Loiters".
Just wanted to
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"He whispered something to her, did the Fine Prince, / something about love and night and intention. / She heard no hoof-beat of the horse and saw no flash of the / shining steel". - Gwendolyn Brooks, "A Bronzeville Mother Loiters".
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