A little beach
graffiti
On a wall along the
sand
Aged wood pylons
Splintered where
they stand
A stroll along the
waters
Lapping at our feet
Passing by a
bicyclist
Young woman on the
seat
Feel the Gulf shore
winds
Ruffling at your
hair
Enjoy the coastal
evening
This is your only
care
A little beach
graffiti
I wonder what it
means
Like a foreign
language
Only seen in dreams
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