tap dancing barefoot
across the shimmering sand,
ribbons of heat
wavering in the distance,
we rush toward the water,
cool and inviting,
fringed with foam
as the breakers
take turns
crashing against the shore.
after the first splashing strides
we plunge head-first
into the waves,
bobbing up for air,
laughing and shouting.
though not aware of it
in the moment,
that memory will live
with us forever,
ready to call up, replay,
and take the swelter
out of a brutally
hot summer day,
stuck in city traffic,
far from the beach.
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