bodies are like sand, aren't they?
they live to be drenched in all the oceans in the world,
head to toe, arctic and southern,
fingers and arms and fingers, pacific and atlantic, then back to pacific,
and legs in the coldest parts of the indian ocean.
our hearts beat like drums in the waves that come crashing onto us,
each and every one, glittering like rain drops under a street lamp, all linking arms on our big empty earth.
we're smiling, glowing, underneath stars that drift along shores,
where men on boats cry, staring at a pictures of their wives, standing bare feet in the sand.
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