Tuesday, July 18, 2006

save

The birds along the lagoon, muttering to themselves, there’s only so much sleep to go around now. Down by the beach, the bare throats and broad shoulders of lifeguards, knowing we drown more often than we think. When the last great expectations fall, run faster little hiccup. Smile wider. Sometimes you have to hand it to them or they’ll take it.

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