The Island

Upon that time
next to a dock
lonely tourists
pester islanders.

Kids outside,
in dirty clothes
bothering no one.

Ocean waves
crashing and
cracking yellow
sand to muck.

A photo
lost inside
memories.

Struggling for
returning moments
never to
appear again.

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