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
It was the last promise to be kept. My grandparents reposed where they had longed to be, at last. For yes, I had tarried. The morning sea ...
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