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you gaze
ahead as salmon pink
melts into
a serene mint green
in ways
that you never thought possible.
beams of
light poke through tufty clouds
it’s
beautiful
and
you suddenly feel so sorry.
seams of
seaweed hold together mostly empty budweiser cans
and the
carcass of a horseshoe crab
strewn
stones and shells
decorating
this mural
that is oh
so modern art
with
a sweet hint of monet.
a
beach bird cries out
in rhythm
with a coming wave
which
slaps mightily at encroaching land.
it sighs
breezily as it pulls back
taking a
part of you with it
and this
is fine, you decide.
because
never is new york city as perfect
as now.