Friday, August 19, 2011

"swim in its change"

Entered the beach I knew so well, now it was destroyed by man's bleachers. Row after row of special stadium seats, on the sidelines of the shore. People talking, watching, bathing in the midnight sun that burned hotter than hell. Flags, radios, lifeguard towers and beach houses rose from the cove. Steep up and away from the black water bubbling with bodies and boats. The environment soiled, disjointed from all I knew as an innocent child. But I was happy to be back, and so slowly joined the water to swim in its change.

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