Today was sunburnt skin A man balanced rocks by the seashore in impossible poses and she dropped a dollar in his tin We wandered barefoot on the concrete walls above sunbathers and basked in the newness of British Columbia air listening to foreign tongues stilt and slip away from us on every side, wafting in on silent breezes and out again We gathered fresh fruit in a farmer's market blueberries and raspberries, melons and peaches and filled our bellies by the light of the setting sun on the grass by the bay we watched the boats weigh anchor and yachts of partygoers motor to and fro until our limbs prickled with cold forcing us to run back to the van to keep warm Writing by candlelight we made poetry of our night on the north shore where the waters sparkled like fireworks with the city lights and we watched the moon hang low and full on the horizon the harvest moon lulled us to sleep From the book "Being" by Amber Jade
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