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Leif Hede-Brierley At The BeachI can remember The off-white debris-strewn sand; The cement barrier, That wall Blocking me From the surge. I can remember Being weightless, hoisted over That blockade In my dad’s strong grasp Ready to run across The unknown. I can remember The yellow plastic Of the truck; The satisfying crunch Of its front-end loader Lifting the sand. I can remember The races, Huge boots outpacing Small sneakers splashing The tenuous tide that touched Our feet. And that water Was not cold As the fall air would suggest. It rather held the Traditional warmth Of my dad and me At the beach. |
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