Summer's past sand squiggles to escape my toes,
As I stand heat-bound on the shore,
Tingle salt-spray bathes them;
A break from sand castle building chores.
I'm nudged into sea-side memories,
As I bundle out covers to sway,
I drape the cool dampness toga-like
Around my neck; this scorching May
Transported to a childhood holiday,
Calming my sunburned back - chalky lotion.
Seeking out the coolest patch of sheet.
Painful, burned, a spoiled emotion.
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