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[eighteen_]

We flopped down upon a towel to grind the sand
under us and watched the Atlantic Sea
move fire, like night sparklers, and
lost our weight in the festival season.
He dreamed, he said, to be a man
designed like a balanced wave...
how someday he would wait, giant
and straight.

Johnny, your dream moves summers inside my mind.

-Anne Sexton