Powerful Water

From now until Labor Day, at the beach
a metallic balm in the sun, a mist at the end
of the sun. The sun. Years later, a ghostly glow
that becomes our world, the heart of our lives
this side of sleep. Sleep. Sleep is trickling in
airy sand. Hello, beach. Wake up every day.

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