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beach trips

summery days long and passionate
laid beneath my fingertips
as the constant chitter of students galore
tickled my curious ears.

tales of volleyball games lost,
of soaring chinese yoyos vanished in midair,
of salted sea and evening selfies
and this inconsistent poetry writing.

for all i wished,
and all i desired,
was not to preserve moments as
beautiful as these in mere written word
but rather
immortalized in mind and memory
and the lump of sand
we built and left to stay.

as a girl most sweet and random whispered
"you need to live to enjoy.
storing these mismatched memories
of he and she and they and we
but never you
never does feel complete."

and so we spent the evening
building sandcastles
(or was it modern art?)

for surely, with every
ticking second whizzing past,
the infinity of a camp so
borderless and free finally did become
finite.

the sea washed over the beach.