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AFTER THEY'VE GONE
Day-trippers,
Arriving like a small army.
A swarm of ants,
Marching aimlessly
And swelling our streets.
Children on a mission to run riot,
Colliding in an effort
To be the first to the beach.
Madness
For the daylight hours,
Until they sift their way back home.
Peace resumes
As we take a stroll in the night air.
Loving couples sit at a pavement café
Where candles burn and wine flows.
We walk hand in hand under rows of
Twinkling lights
To the shoreline,
Where the moon lays on its back
And shadows soft waves.
A flash of pink in the black sky,
Fair boding for tomorrow.
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