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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Our damn broke

We walked along the beach
as the sun set

The waves crashed
as the tide rolled out

We walked hand in hand
as people passed by

The sun fought the clouds
as if it could win

We conversed pleasantly
as if nothing were happening

The wind blew hard
as if it could topple everything

We built a damn of sand
as if it could hold the stream

The water held back and rose
as if held by our damn

We watched the colors of the sunset
as if it mattered to us

The wind grew colder
as if to hurry our sunset

We held each other tightly
as if we meant it

We resisted the changing climate
as if it were our last moments

Our damn broke, our sun set
as if any other result were possible

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