in victory, we find our bodies
weightless as girls, hair flagging
in the sea’s breeze, elegance
in air as fluid grips us, beach
bodies dawning on the line.
there is a sun somewhere
that we feel on our faces,
there is a sun unfiltered, there
are our bodies swollen with
seaweed drying on the sand.
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