AFTER THEY'VE GONE
Arriving like a small army.
A swarm of ants,
And swelling our streets.
Children on a mission to run riot,
Colliding in an effort
To be the first to the beach.
For the daylight hours,
Until they sift their way back home.
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
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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