The heat still rises off the tar
the car loaded with children and towels
the setting of the fireball
lights the sky orange and pink.
The sand, beach
and water in the dark
lapping sounds and the white freckles
of bliss.
Headed home
late, salt begs eyes to close
finally bed –
the head filled with the sound
of something bigger than a heart.
The universe whispers
even as it cradles the head,
perfection found coiled within
an experience so well known
and always a relief.
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