dreamer
he called me
as i trudged across pebble and sand
behind him, placing my
smaller feet in his
larger footsteps
both hands thrust in pockets, head bent
down
against the wind
evening sun blinding
beside me
ankles
sliding
in
one-size-too-big-military-green wellies
back to the car
body in one place
thoughts
in another
dazed, cheeks red from
cold breeze biting
contemplating hot vinegar-and-salt
chips
storing memories of one last day
on the beach.
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