In the early 70s We stood on Nauset's nude beach Hippies not yet punks. A thick ledge of wet seaweed Covered the high tide mark. Off our clothes We lay on the cool green algae Our bare bodies sinking beneath the sludge Comforted by the ocean's endless bounty Each of us silent Seagulls squatted around us Never within arm's reach Neptune embraced us We stood as one Naked to the elements Wiping off the seaweed We laughed Our skin was hued as the cold Atlantic Blue-green Eyes met Understood We came from the sea Struck by the beauty all As one we ran into the ocean Cold as ice Clean as ice Within Neptune's embrace Hippies not yet punks 1972
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