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I went to the beach today
7/2008
Smoke rolled over the water
rolled over the stones we skipped
both squinting for signs of life
the air is thick and suffocating
Rome is burning

Here on the beach enveloped in sand
it is easy to forget
my fingers find their way
to six ripe cherries and an apple
fresh flesh washed down with red deliciousness

The sand between my toes
sparkles with fool's gold
all the real gold was gone in '49
the fools have left these shores
and all their gold to me.