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05/04/10
Ocean Days
It seems as though the sea belongs to you and me alone, At this shimmering Hollywood, Florida, beach. There's something so childhood-wonderful About floating in the warm, clinging water, holding each other, Playing, pretending that we're monarchs in this aquatic realm And that, this week, the older we grow, day by day, The younger we become, second by second, Especially when, embracing, kissing, As we are on this sunny early-May afternoon, We get broadsided, smacked, gently, in the face, By a three-foot wave racing, aslant, into the shore, Inhale its saline draught, down our noses, throats, Remember the surprised cries of the kids we were, So long, long away and far ago, Who'd leap from the ocean, into the arms of our anxious parents Waiting to comfort us, reassure us we'd be OK, Survive to brave the waves again, If not in the next five minutes, then tomorrow or tomorrow... Which, sooner than too soon, Would become this very afternoon, at Hollywood's beach, Where you and I, like ten-year-youngs, Are reveling in our fast grasp, As we bob, bodies clasped, with the salty swells, Mesmerized by the joyous buoyancy welling in our blood — Lovers new to each other, oceanic souls borne youthward.
05/04/10
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