Waves are easy
when we wish to speak
of the ephemeral nature of our lives
It is late in the summer
she punishes us
with a final heated assault
Our will withers
and we find comfort
in the smallest of ways
We crowd onto the beach
the way ants will swarm
around a piece of candy
My skin burns easily.
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