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The Beach

The Beach

there’s an endless rack

of white lace

rows as far

as the eye

I spend 5 days

slipping dresses on

and off

taking my time

pearls

or no

my bare feet

tip toe

across silk

I shed something

sad

as I return

the dresses

I wore

and put the pearls

back

in their shell

TL

Published inTamiko Lowery