without dog unhooked from leather leash heaving himself at the frisbee,
without brown bottles broken in the coals of old fires,
without any touching in the dark spaces of dunes,
no volleyball, no towel,
mine the only body in which wind
could warm itself cold with sea,
... the sea’s hem crackling yellow foam
... me the one in cotton
my tears the only other water
but for blood
... sand fleas, a lonesome gull,
... strewn and sanded wood,
but no one with a camera,
blanket, sunscreen bottle leaking
I was it
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