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Sunset Swim at Bens d'Avall

We only went
to the bay
at Bens d'Avall
to freshen
hot sticky skin
cleanse
dusty heads
with bristling
coolness -
what we got
was a swim
on a brassy path
to orange flares
in white clouds,
fan-blades of purple,
shangri-las of powdery blue

this extravaganza
from the hand of nature
can only be counterfeited
by the hand of man
in the words on a page,
the lights and smoke
of a Vegas stage

what we saw gave more
than just by looking
we could ever see

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