neighborhood beach I
warm
a
It is
day, the
walk down
An
my
to
first in
a long time.
small neighborhood beach.
old gnarled tree reaches
its
thick fingers
across the paved road.
The shore is lined with rocks, reeds and trash. As stand by the rotting pier I see phantoms I
ft"om days long past:
Myself as
a
young
bangs touching
on the rocks
my
at the
I
fall
and scrape
I
see
my
sister
girl,
and plastic ponies
hair reaching
my
waist,
eyebrows, climbing
water
my
and
my
I
line.
knee.
playing with Barbies
in the sand.
summer long past, swimming brown water with a friend ceased talking to when I was thirteen. see myself as a young teen leaning I
see in a
in the
I
I
against a tree, looking at the gray water
through a blur of tears.
Today walk I
is
a
warm
to the
day, the
first in
beach and gaze
a long time.
at the
and phantoms from the days when
glassy water life
wasn't so complicated.
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