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Today
The beach and I
(Caught in a web of what I spurn.)
Waited

For fireworks!
It was
Before they ran off

For fireworks
It seemed to be
Afterwards

When the long lines of cars
Slowly unfolded themselves
From parking garages

And returned their humans to sadness
They wished
The fireworks

Had made them better people
But they had only
Made them

Low
On
Gas