Just then
The little girl mouthed
Will you marry
me?
And against the sun,
traces of moisture trickled on
the overture in the make of
a glistening rock she held
up
It was beautiful ---
encrusted with diamond
-shaped salt motes,
with a royal tint of lime green
weed.
Big-eyed Sally
ran away, her little steps hasty.
Maybe she just wanted
to dry her hair
faster.
And just maybe the sun burned
into her face, too. It was much too
flushed.
Now
For the 16th time, he found her
there in his favorite
ocean.
Trying deeper,
in search
for more
meaningful
garbage.
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