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at dusk
at dusk, we walk to the beach,
the sky along the ocean dark
with smudges of pink and grey
our feet echo along the pavement.
it’s quiet, very quiet,
in their houses.
people are eating,
eating the day’s end,
eating their words.
the waves crash along the shore.
our shoes crunch the sea shells in the sand.
noise disturbs a flock of small black birds;
they fly away in formations of ten or more,
black silhouettes in the darkened sky.
we pause and kiss.
walk till the shoreline ends in front of a kiosk.
sky is now dark.
street lights shining. 
