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Let's go for a walk on the beach

We can watch the metro train glisten in the twilight of the magic hour

As seagulls feast from discarded food wrappers

We’ll play frisbee with a hubcap until we’re knocked over

By a gust of wind from an airplane descending upon JFK

Nearly decapitating us with its landing gear as it passes overhead

We’ll feel the broken glass puncture our skin

The oil slick washing over our bleeding feet

And as we’re pelted with beer cans by unruly teenagers

We’ll wonder why the hell we came here in the first place