The Beach

After that fall
I thought going to the beach
by myself
was a great way to escape
from everything.  Almost,

except, you know, it’s just
you go there wearing
your blue corduroy board-shorts
and blue Maui Divers tank-top,
spread your blue beach towel
set up your blue sand-chair
under a blue sky,
sit silently staring at the blue sea . . .

see me smoking my True Blues.

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