Look at them
coming out
of the cold Pacific.

From my balcony I saw them running...
nine beautiful men
in white shirts
who stripped off
then fled to the sea
in all it's 
August beauty
And they were laughing
running back to their towels
and white shirts
and trousers.

Even though death had touched me
I saw that life kept living
and they made me happy 
to be alive again.

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