1. Sayville Ferry
2. Atlantic Ocean
4. Cherry's Bar
5. Ocean II
6. Beach II
I keep a respectful distance,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXafter this morning’s incident,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXfrom the Ocean.
In the summer evening light,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXfootprints on the beach appear
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Some vacationer has left
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXa squarish tower standing,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXthree walls of tall driftwood
arranged in ascending height,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXthe fourth side two lines
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Just outside the stockade,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXlike a medieval midden,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXshells are leftover bones.
A little further on,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXanother keep, short driftwood
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXpiled on top of each other,
protected by sand ramparts,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXwith an entrance facing
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Playing on the beach,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXby some survival instinct,
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against the ocean,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXand strongholds shaped
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or we learn from young,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXlaughing and assiduous,
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXto bury each other with sand.