i saw you

there at the beach

in the shadow

of the rising sun. through the fog

your feet danced on cold

wet sand

arms waved

to the rhythm of a french

song i could not hear.

then we smiled at each other

in solitary anticipation of the embrace

the longed for



i saw you

in the distance, as the rising sun shone

on the wet sand

a gull flew between us

cutting through the fog that clings

to my california coast

and you disappeared

were you never

there at all?

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