I clear my throat,
Not to attract attention
(I am alone), but to give
The rain outside a hint
That I heard it creeping
Up on me, and I have
No intention to go for
A swim tonight.
The time is almost
Upon us. Soon we
Will begin; we
Will rebuild our
Beach Fortress,
And your hair
Will once again glow
That brilliant gold.
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
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