We, the Stood Up

We stride across Dallas Beach on a full moon night
we tiptoe across drift wood that glows in the light
like the bones of Elder Gods
dead leviathans
dinosaurs of the sea long since passed into legend
memory
and the songs of withered sailors.

Nothing is said
we move silent like assassins
seemingly deadly
but we only present a danger
to ourselves
when our thoughts manage to surface above the sound
of the waves.

Someone lights a cigarette
someone coughs
someone talks about how they couldn’t live away from the ocean
but nobody replies
and we walk on in silence.

We hit the end of land and stop
it is midnight
and a new day greets us
with the of the sound of indifferent waves
from an uncaring
and immovable ocean.

On the walk home, we all decide
to never date again.

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