The Long Summer Slow-surf licks the sure line. Slow clouds crawl across the sky. At the close of a slow day, Seagulls slowly hover and fly. A light breeze tickles her hair. Spray kisses her sun-drenched skin. The sun lowers into the bay. A veil of haze settles in. She’s going back to the city. Someone there she plans to meet. She sits at the back of the ferry, Waves goodbye from her seat. Darkness fills the wooded path. The pool’s surface is still. The turquoise fills his eyes. The air carries a chill. The moon swims in the ether. Glowing white from its bath. A hidden hand guiding the journey. The stars trace its astral path. He turns on the outdoor shower. She told him its nobody’s fault. His heart has the long summer He washes off the salt.
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