Father's Hated Call
Unfinished sandcastles repeat
in visions encountered in dreams.
The planning of them was so sweet:
unfinished sandcastles. Repeat,
unfinished; and rivals would bleat
with joy as they clutched their ice-creams.
Unfinished sandcastles repeat
with triumphant besiegers' screams.
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