A boy and his shadow
(Twice his height)
are walking in that dark edge of sand between
land and sea.
They are making footprints the tide will erase,
at the end of a day few would remember,
in a place of no historical significance. Yet
he imagines the ocean is calling to him
that a foreign shore has a companion child
on the other side
Looking West, while he squints East:
Dual dreams that stretch miles
with shadows miles long,
arms too small to reach.
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