Telling
secrets in the summer –
walking down
the beach into the breach
and reach of
confidences shared, compared
and sneaked into
the roasting air and heat
as if to dry
them out like melba toast to eat --
to keep to
recollect for later, where in their
confined
particularity, when you’re alone
and cool, you
might then peek to check
if anything
you said was true: well,
that’s a thing that you could do..
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