Lovelies on the Beach by Darryl Price

On the surface of the sand

or rolling out of the sea’s
open palms like little sleepy diamonds
they all look the same, some

different colors,some different sizes, but
the more you look at them
they seem to differentiate. More and

more come in all the time
and by then one can’t help
but start to feel a sense

of lonely loss for them, half
buried in the sand like remnants
of another civilization beyond the waves.

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