Hasty View
of the sand
we dwell,
each time
summer reappears
and more than
thrice,
we venture out
from
our country home;
of the night
we usually drive,
hoping
to avoid a rush of
cars... but,
in our haste,
we find ourselves
too tired to
drive through;
of the arrivals
more than once
we do,
thinking there is
something new...
and,
not really do we
always find
while
our excuses be
somewhat skewed.
26Sept17
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