Exit System
Something is in retrograde
Passing beyond our delicate net
And time knows what time is
But it won’t tell us
Many departures chill the sand
Where we press our bodies and make angels
All stopped for a moment to observe
Then moved slowly away without looking back.
Something is exhaling
Just quietly enough
So we think we might hear it
Purposeful and vast and poised
And when the sun bears down at the end
And we are scorched, radiant and beautiful
Climb on my back
Kick the sand castles over
Gather all that you require
And just listen.
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