All these years later
I pass this place
And think of her
That summer
Of that terrible heat
Inside me and out,
when I did nothing right.
She coming here
A year before I did,
With whom,
I can only guess,
It just wasn’t with me,
The girl I saw
In the sun dress
In our lobby,
Large sunglasses
And a look
That made me ache
Picturing her dancing on
The sand and pier
And bedsheets
Of that magnificent
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