the girl with the dayglo heart (slfcllednowhere) wrote in writersclub,
the girl with the dayglo heart

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Imperial Beach


By the time she ran onto
the beach the egg yolk
sun was already slithering
all quiet on the western sky
but still glowing dandelion
and orange. The ridges of
water were pulling back
and dropping themselves and
the mountains behind were guarded
by a lifeless full moon. Thoughts
only of mind snapshots to be
carefully filed and tall phantom
men who might not be far away.
She passed pier walkers tallying
evening's fishing and watched the
warmness drain from the sky. Kids
scuffled in the sand. She gave up
on deciding if the melting lights
across the water were San Diego
or Mexico. By now even the
surfers have put their shoes
on and gone to bed. No one
shares the beach with the
gulls but sandy nuzzling
couples and the would-be suicide.
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