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Poem: “SPF 20”

2016 December 15
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by Mike Vial

“SPF 20”

We walked between the waves
breaking up on the beach.

Your back was so sunburned—
evidence that I had missed a spot.

“Why won’t you swim with me?”
you asked. “Summer ends so soon!”

I held your hand; beckoned by whitecaps,
we gave the sea one last night,

but I knew I was leaving that empty shore
darker-skinned, yet unharmed;

while you, a red shell, soon peeling.

December 18, 2013

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