Felt it in the new tide, always
on guard so leave it, it’s not

the luck you’re giving up. You can
be replaced… 
These towns

take cold shadows and display
them, but I will paint them over

violet and charcoal, help me name
it… We love the sunset’s arc more

than the sunrise’s hope, it keeps
our eyes dark, but well-lit, so bright.

This isn’t a warning: fantasy of her
soft curls in the sand, under

the voodoo spell of light. Don’t worry,
we’ve all lost sunglasses to the ocean…


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