in winter
the path to the beach
not many know going there
it just don't reach
we, on cloudless days
when the sun's low in the sky
dazzled, walk in air
if anyone asks
say no-one
as an isolated cloud passed by
not a walker and her dog
with bark and cry
fell upwards from a pool of sky
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