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​I long to feel
warm sand
between my toes
to see dogs chasing
Frisbee throws.
Salt water taffy
in boardwalk stores.
A hot slice, or a Gyro,
on the Jersey shore.
Or you,
with seaspray 
glistening on your face,
white summer dress,
all style and
barefoot grace.
Laughing all goofy
while passersby stare.
The stranger the looks,
the less we care.
I run my hands through
chasing the sun 
in your hair.
And then I wake,
and you’re
not there.
~
M. Zane McClellan
~
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The Daily Post Prompt: Craving

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