The last hours of day
cling to the sky
as I watch you eagerly run back and forth
into the sea
without a shiver on nine year old skin
One more time Mom! you call out
Tinker toy legs and arms spin your skinny body
ridiculous before the colossal ocean
I let you go, one more time
then once more when you ask again
knowing that you are still mine
for a time
My beach boy
Mine for the last hours of day
that cling to the sky
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