A pearl blue haze
bleached nearly white by the sun
swallows the horizon
so that sea and sky blend mutedly
The sun, haze hot overhead,
pierces through,
flattening everything with its glare
cool waves collapse offshore,
but throw no relief up the
sand incline of the shore
The beach, freshly raked,
holds every passage in distinct relief
barefoot prints and webfoot prints alike
The expanse of sand fills steadily
persons arriving in multiples of one
with chairs and blankets to stake their claim
beaches are the only real estate
man still occupies
transiently
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