Wait for me on the beach
I’ll pick some wild cherries
while the old woman
looks at me strangely
Her dog too
Sit in the sandy bar
with people who talk of things
Read something new
about old sensations
Wait for me on the beach
I’ll pick some more wild cherries
The cars passing by
forgetful of the smell of salt
Red and yellow
in a white bag
The colors of waiting by the sea
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