the band of brothers
chasing each other
to the finish line
moon-lit in the sandwish you were here
Santa Monica Pier
see them crash so loud
mist grow into cloudfishermen so consumed
smell of sea perfumed
lovers’ arms entwined
sea gulls didn’t mindcarousel aglow
tourists in a flow
wish you were with me
hand and hand at sea
— Shawn S. Zahedi
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