the waves are closed for the evening and the night opens
wide pandora’s box of mystery, tempting the dusk
to stay up all night, drink two bottles of
slow night wind
then ride a horse across the beach
at full gallop…
then the dusk flirts back
telling stories of the magic that occurs
at first light, shining in through the window of
daybreak, challenging the excitement of a gallop
with the sensual vibration
your own foot makes
dancing on the solitude of sunrisen sand.


the sounds from my discman mix with the beats
from around the corner and they always play that same
song, (the melodic speed recalling the
soundtrack to a movie of self discovery) and i
wonder if the characters ever get tired of
dancing, getting drunk just to allow your body to keep
moving through the scenes and now i’m running down the
street, looking at all the front porches i pass by,
and the thing is, i’m not tired yet…


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