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Duxbury Beach

my hair still smells like ocean
after driving home
on Route 30 through Boston
because I have not yet rinsed it clean
of sea salt and sunshine.
I prepare myself for waterside dreams,
spreading my hair on the pillow to preserve the scent
but my eyes won’t allow me to close them.
they want to see the smoothness of the night
still floating above the water
and the stars so crisp
I can crunch them between my teeth.
they want to watch the sun sink
over and over.

you should have seen that sunset.
you should have seen that sunset.

4 August 2002