I sit on a plastic green chair, full
moon above and
mountains not too far away.
Hours on the beach,
white sand by
the balcony of our
over-priced hotel
over-priced hotel
smoking a marlboro,
drinking prosecco.
drinking prosecco.
an empty
bottle to my left, an empty
glass.
The sun just set
and I can barely see the ocean
just a few yards away.
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