pier vendors are busy selling
children run around playing
as my shadow moves to east
i see you waiting by silver car
your hair dancing with the wind
your sunglasses hides those eyes
your yellow scarf waving freely
folding your arms looking up sky
leaning; your pointed heels on tire
i see softness of you legs; your shorts
whiter than oyster inner shell; lovely
you see me. you take off towards me
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