A poem about a morning at a beach house.
The beach house,
the shoreline,
the waves crash
in straight time;
you’re here,
it’s clear,
I breathe,
you fear.
I hope
you know
this town
won’t show.
Your lips
bring dawn
and mine
respond.
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