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unforgotten beaches

Unforgotten Beaches

The ball bounced across the smooth 
polished tile 
past the sleeping cat that adorns the 
door 
Out across luxurious green lawns 
Past the sole yellow balloon 
that lingers near the sad painted clown 
propped against abandoned arcades 
Rolling feverishly down the decaying 
boardwalk 
Where the children’s laughter now falls silent 
and the memories made are carried out to sea 
And the ball slows many moments too soon 
and lays to rest in the unstirred sand 
Where thousands once walked with pockets 
of change 
And women’s bodies bronzed evenly under 
the hot summer sun 
The imprints they made washed away 
in the rain

Copyright © chris falvey | Year Posted 2016

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