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1.19.2009

Precious Little Scenes That Disapear Like Students In Community College

How does it feel to be in the moment
when a community collapses, disappears, becomes an underwater ghost town?
To sit on the edge of a bar stool at closing time,
and feel the night pulling your friends out into the dark.
The cool breathing of the ocean, across the street from the bar
knows something about the end of community, the continuation of tides.
Still, I can surprise the ocean. She gasps, when I go out for a cigarette alone
and she tries to keep me company with the sound of her waves.
My friends don't follow me out into the sand dunes.
The scene breaks apart and I think of the people I know who are far away.
When you love the ocean, it's easier to escape your drinking buddies.
The ocean at night is vast and my old friends are afraid to look her in the eyes.

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