Montauk # 28
Gray autumn dawn
61
No longer summer
No sun
No clothes
Step in the shower
A warm spray
A warmer hose
Wind weaves
Through the weathered slats
This is life
Hobo beach bum life
Soap and water
Clean
Then cleaner
The ocean on the breeze
This is where I am I
In the early dawn
Everyone asleep
Clouds overhead
Shut off the water
Feet on concrete
A damp towel
Nothing really dry
This close to the sea
This is all I need
For now
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