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Under the Boardwalk
by ellen
We abandon the rowboat
lie down in the damp
sand beneath us
When sun drops its ball
into the sea and when
the aureolian
the cerise, the deep lavender
turn to somber lead-pearl
we forget everything we know
submerge ourselves
into each other
the aging pier a roof
Then we sleep
till the tide rips us open
like grief
Awake and cold
we run until
we enter the blue dawn
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