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Oct 2012
The thick curl of a heavy
blue foamy reflective in the sun
crash on me

pull me under
currents of salt and water
push me into the sandy bottom

scrape my back
not like my knees of childhood
the beach is my new driveway

crispy hair as it dries salt
deposits white and pungent
fingers run rough through
tousled and tangled strands
Jed
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Jed  Brooklyn 11233
(Brooklyn 11233)   
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