What book can I bring to the beach
While the rollicking sea is still writing
Our laid-down lives in the sand
And the sun-beaten waves
Call out to the lifeguard far away
Their false alarms and laughter
That we're all drowning here
For lack of something to read
But must listen to their pleading
The gulls I mean not the waves
Until at last the brave pelicans
Calmly draw a perfect line for us
Between peace and chaos
Between that white sail speeding out there
And our naked bodies sleeping here
The sun undecided between us
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