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a generation ago

along the sands of laguna

youth danced in a frail heat

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though faces smiled, rippled bodies sank into sand

and we who escaped watched, waited

to see if they emerged from dunes for another day

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at the Boom Boom

they stood in sandy corners

drowning in sandy spirits

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brushing off listless grains

struggling to be heard

speaking broken words

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then summer ended

and the boom boom faded

and sand rose silently

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was it you

is it me

who’s the next boy lost

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after a generation

the beach is once again a youthful beach

where feet leave imprints today after today

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cool pacific breezes push sand in blankets

enveloping memories

in a patchwork of common threads

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no one sees the sand

resting under layers of yesterdays

layers of lifelessness

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what could have been

remains concealed under drifts

where living words seep without vowels

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as their voices creep between our toes

we who remain still

hear the lost boys of a generation

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