kites like rainbow dragonflies
hover furlongs above the
smell of the sand
lovers in the setting sun
halting to kiss
one shadow on the shore
seagulls reeling all
afternoon in the warm air
cold sobered them up
On the train back to the old place unsure if any memory is left there Surely there must be an old cigarette burn hissing embers fusing ...
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