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Long Beach at Four PM
Silver nitrate
drops of ivory
grey and gold.
Sand plovers walking through
food baskets on our blanket
were white and grey like
the edge of sky,
What colour was the light?
An echo of everything flying and hovering.
Birds flew
and birds walked surely
on legs like stalks.
Puffed body
so pretty.
Silver polished skies
are so many colors
I can’t bear it —
don’t want to leave
for the tall buildings
and cement squares of the city;
though dark blue signs say
we can’t go in the water
today.
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