Notes from Rockaway Beach Pt. 2

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The sunlight on the waves looked like diamonds. Curvy peaks, unsettled by the tide. A banner flew in the sky advertising alcoholic seltzer and my hands felt weightless. My legs look so pale underneath the water. On the beach, the radio blasted “Saturday in the park / I think it was the Fourth of July.” Salt water puckered on my tongue but your mouth felt so clean and soft.

On the way home, our train car was empty. The sunset made squares of light on the orange seats. I watched a plane flying out of the airport.