The sky was empty and the ocean, farther out, was like a glaze
the afternoon we watched things from the shore's gazebo--
others raise their umbrealls and leave the pier,
we watched the large man running to the sea
and the newcomers erect the volleyball net
until, to give us nothing
but ourselves, I put my hand on it
as if on a piece of glass and covered
the unnecessary world.
---Christine Garren
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