The crashing waves of yesteryear
break upon the reefs of the present
and we sit on the beach watching them
counting the seagulls
picking our thoughts from the foam
throwing them back from the beachhead
watching them skim against the sunset
paper airplanes against a fire sky
and we sit back down and watch
as night falls and the tide
takes with it our memories
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