He slams the gate
The red steel gate.
The house is on 48th.
He walks to the beach.
There crows meet
on a whale beached
sometime in the morning.
A fire to the North:
USF stoners cheat
with girls hailing from State.
He walks the other way,
doesn't stop 'til day
breaks. Not one look back.
He's alone along the wrack.
He's an hour from turning 40.
He was born quarter after three.
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