carried far from our native homes
slaves to our lives and daily dreams
at last to return to this lovely beach
to swim and lie in this angle of sun
not because we think heaven will
in any recognizable way resemble
this escape this respite from the work
of living in this worrisome world
but just to rest in the sand and recall
the fun and terror of younger days
what were they for if we could
forget them here where the blue
is blue again and the green is just
being born and the yellow
forever goes on and on
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