no wallets or phones, those were stolen
or let’s say, they walked to the beach
untethered, locals, noted a blue bunny
under a clump of grass, orphaned children
runaway mothers, the father compelled
by magnets, alchemy, ice — plimsolls
& strappy sandals, aspirins in a vacuum pak
aspirins for those who found them lost
their swimsuits spread on offshore rocks
bananas to fuel their strokes to reach
riptide, abandon of swirl & swept away
gasp, swallow — shoes as urns, vittles
& solace inside, bananas they fed to apes
they met on the sand, bananas the children
took on the dune buggy ride, aspirins
one stole from a kiosk, a small package
easy to palm, aspirins they would take
if rescued, prevented from taking their lives
plimsolls a pastel green, willow her favorite
tree, popple his — the sound of three p’s
let's say they carried harpoons but not
a net, off to spear blues, the glimmer
that fades the farther it travels from true
bananas stolen from farms along the way
gluey, meaty, like perfumed cheese
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