Beach Tents
hard right to the circle
hard right to the end
beach sand sparkles
tents at the end
tents for the children
who wont mind discomfort
many colors, fly your flags
run until nightfall
at the waters edge I see them
barely
in the sea-light
squealing at the night sea
tearing at their feet
they abandon their city lives
and leap for the water
pushing
jumping in
calling me
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