it blew straight down the white line,
a southerly, biting through the should-be-summer sun
wrapped itself around them, drawing them closer
shorts and t-shirts, not enough to keep them warm
a summer time matchmaker, he took her in his arms
waiting for the bus home from the beach
watching the wind blow the sand down the street
feeling her warmth against his chest,
pulling him into the present
the cold on his back a reminder of winter
and the loneliness of it.
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