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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
and rest
our tired limbs,
cleanse dusty
heads with bristling
coolness -
what we got
was a swim
on a brassy path
to yellow flares
in white clouds,
fan-blades of purple,
shangri-las of powdery blue

It was there in our eyes
more true than ever
how the man-made
can only be tinier
or tawdrier
versions
of natural
extravaganza -
what had cost
us nothing
was more than
eyes could see

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