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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

our versions
of such extravaganza
are tinier and tawdrier
what is given for free
gives more
more than just by looking
one could ever see

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