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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