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Post by Bobby Slais on Dec 16, 2007 8:55:14 GMT -5
I wanted to book our room very near the bay,
a place we could be close, keep in touch
with the mist that rises in the morning, tiny diamonds
over the beach, a lapping wave, damp sand between toes.
In the heat of the day, the moisture pulled
back inside to rest, cloud soft bodies spread out
like a cool clean sheet stretched tight on the bed, heart beats like thunder.
We are washed clean by the summer rain, falling all afternoon.
Bobby 2oo7
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