building blocks and dreams
we worked the wet sand
into old world castles
restarting aqueducts and
protecting the bridge with
toy soldiers
overnight tides washed
away recent memory
giving way to daybreak
and the innocence of
virgin beaches
starting from scratch
we sawed and
sanded and hammered away
convincing ourselves
things will be different
december two thousand thirteen
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