on the sand
we lickn
our icecream
sweet drip it
disappr its colours
in tween the grains
under the jetty
a cellophaned bouquet
strappd to the upright it was
a descanso for a child
got carried off
by a rip
in the water
with the kids some guy yell
shark I thought
he was jokn till I see
the fin the tail flick get out
I says quick
on the sand
my youngest ask if
we go in the water
again will it happn again
no I says it wont not
like that

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