July, and a beach

I see waves flowing

Across a sea, all sporting

White Scarves on their inland

Journey to meet an unfaithful

Shore as it continues

Irreverently its affairs with

All the feet and hot livid

Bodies of summer; children

With plastic pails dancing in glee through

The salty froth_ eyes red, and lips

Purple as kings robes.

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