The Beach

Tap dancing barefoot across the shimmering sand,
ribbons of heat wavering in the distance,
we rush toward the water, cool and inviting,
fringed with foam, as the breakers take turns
crashing against the shore.

After the first splashing strides,
we plunge head-first into the waves,
bobbing up for air, laughing and shouting.

Though not aware of it in the moment,
that memory will live with us forever;
ready to call up, replay, and take the swelter
out of a brutally hot summer day,
stuck in city traffic, far from the beach.


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