Fall back under early stars.

The sea moves reflective waves,

pulsing onto sand, building like

engines of thunderous clouds.

Streams of people merge into

temporary spaces; strangers on

corners, a brief land of shoulders

staring straight ahead.  A steady rain

clears the dust.  Afternoon finds a

place before dusk.  Footsteps

continue.  Everyone owns a portion

of passing shadows.  Night stars

open with a hollow roar.



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