A battalion
of sun loungers
march down
to the sea
where wavelets
dash off a quick signature
oce more
&
once more
as if signing for
the browning bodies
that one by one
(or 3 by 4)
fill up
the empty loungers
with sweating
humanity
in all shapes
& sizes
all worshiping
with these their bodies
the great golden orb
of the sky.
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