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i. morning sand chills my feet damp grains cling between my toes a predawn morning cold mid-August summer day ii. down the beach i watch hawks circling hunting the tree line, they work the shore grasses a narrow strip of tall plants between beach and wood circling closer and closer      coming to me iii. they soar a steady breeze off the lake hunting prey which i hear scurrying frantically among the tall grasses the hawks circle now directly above white bodies with dark wing feathers iv. in the beach house hang two paintings by a local artist children playing on this very beach chasing one another and crouching in the tide-pool shown in fine detail especially for water color   yet, i notice, the children have no faces, merely brown smudges      featureless v. that night, sitting around a beach bonfire sparks jump from burning logs about me forms glow red i see these faces too appear as smudges, featureless like an infant      at it's birth
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Sep 2, 2012
Sep 2, 2012 at 8:07 AM UTC
an incident on the michigan dunes, Summer 2012
i. morning sand chills my feet damp grains cling between my toes a predawn morning cold mid-August summer day ii. down the beach i watch hawks circling hunting the tree line, they work the shore grasses a narrow strip of tall plants between beach and wood circling closer and closer      coming to me iii. they soar a steady breeze off the lake hunting prey which i hear scurrying frantically among the tall grasses the hawks circle now directly above white bodies with dark wing feathers iv. in the beach house hang two paintings by a local artist children playing on this very beach chasing one another and crouching in the tide-pool shown in fine detail especially for water color   yet, i notice, the children have no faces, merely brown smudges      featureless v. that night, sitting around a beach bonfire sparks jump from burning logs about me forms glow red i see these faces too appear as smudges, featureless like an infant      at it's birth
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Sep 2, 2012
Sep 2, 2012 at 8:07 AM UTC
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