starry
eyed under sunny skies
the
wind of water wafting by
upbeat
in heat our sand in feet
tomorrow
let today repeat
chorus
verses without curses
bikinis
are cocktail purses
so
small in size and yet they hide
the
things which we most surely prize
umbrella
planted like a flag
two
towels, a cooler and your bag
silent
seagulls try to listen
to
the way which your skin glistens
concrete
l.a. and all its gray
has
faded into yesterday
the
sky bleeds blue while i watch you
search
for a song to listen to
bikini
black and sunglasses
all
my teachers in those classes
could
not prepare me for this day
within
the month that’s after may
where
i would learn an absolute
which
no nihilist can refute
the
woman who is by my side
is
where all beauty now resides
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