THERE’S THIS LITTLE PLACE I KNOW WHERE THE SAND IS COARSE AND GOLDEN.
BEACHES THE COLOUR OF BUTTER. WINDSWEPT, WILD, WITH WAVES THAT CRASH ON ROCK,
SMOOTHING THE EDGES OF SHATTERED SEA GLASS HEARTS
THE LOST AND THE FOUND.

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THE DAYS ROLL BY SLOWLY.
IT’S NO-WATCH O’CLOCK. WE DANCE UNDER THE STARS,
SUN-DUSTED SHOULDERS AND TURBANS, GLIMPSES OF BIKINIS UNDER GOWNS.

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IN THE EARLY MORNING LIGHT,
WE ALL QUEUE FOR COFFEE ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD,
SANDWICHED BETWEEN WELL-WORN STACKS OF KEROUAC AND SALTY RUNAWAY
A TUMBLE OF UNBRUSHED HAIR AND HOPE.

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AND WHEN THE SIREN SONG OF THE LAST LIGHT CALLS WE ANSWER IT, JUST LIKE THIS,
LIT UP IN A WAY YOU CAN’T LOOK AWAY FROM BECAUSE YOU KNOW IT WHEN YOU SEE IT.
THOSE OF US WHO LIVE LIFE WITH SO MUCH LIGHT.
LIKE WE HAD SWALLOWED THE SUN.