the traffic is stuck
the headlights glare
red curls in the window
a patient green stare
we live on the freeways
in the salt of the sea
daisies and bicycles
eucalyptus trees
She stands in the sand
wind tumbling her hair
a rose in one hand
casting petals to the air
There is no end
to the ocean's flow
nothing but the bend
of the beach house row
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1 comment:
and a year later, he married her.
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