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| Even the birds had vanished. |
The only other human i see on the beach
walks backwards and hooded into the wind,
her torso plumped with down, her limbs in nylon luffing,
our gloved hands out of our pockets
just long enough to wave as we pass
(a word would be blown over the rippling dunes),
a greeting that says, "What's not to like?"
and, "Where are the others?"
and, "We probably would, but we won't."
