On occasion I want to live in a commercial.
In this commercial, the sky is streaked pink and blue
The sun has just started to go down past the horizon
We pull off of the Pacific Coast Highway
On to a huge stretch of beach no one else knows about.
I have yellow terry cloth shorts on, embroidered with daisies,
And a magenta bikini top.
My friends are there with me,
And one of them finds sea glass that has washed up on the shore
A piece so old it is completely worn smooth, but still here.
Right down the line by Gerry Raferty plays on a speaker one of us brought
We smile and laugh
And watch the sun go down
As the Pacific breeze blows my curls around my face.
There is nothing else except the moment
We are alive.


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