At The Beach Poem by Valentin Busuioc

At The Beach

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there are few of us at the beach
some look at the sky and seem happy
others keep evanescent things under their arm
such as the turtle they caught at dawn
but as it gets dark
we become so sad
not even light can get to us
not even the photographer
who keeps ciphering out in a notebook
and moving us around
to make room for
Death in the picture

Saturday, November 10, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: beach
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