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I wasn’t planning on going to the beach
but I was getting ever closer
in the two-door civic
downshifting into second
and coasting into the parking lot
it was a cool day
especially here this time of year
the sun attempting to unlock the clouds
with its skeleton key
I removed my sneakers
and rolled up my blue jeans just below
my knees
hobbled to the sandy trail
that rose and fell into the white sands
lovers of the sea
of all shapes & sizes & ages
scattered up & down
and near & far
there were no swimmers or surfers
just a few waders
walking along the last of the waves
and I proceeded to do the same
the tops of my feet slowly turning blue
reminding me of my age
and the infrequency
of such impulsive adventures
november two thousand twenty-three
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