Paul watches repeated breakers
and how the sea remains whole.
He sits above the beach
where Lori lays stretched out on a blanket.
He swears he sees steam rise off her back
despite the umbrella shadow.
A brazen seagull steals a french fry
from his paper basket.
Paul aches for more Lori in his life.
Both the familiar and the foreign.
He worries this food truck lunch break
briefly extended into stalking.
Paul disappears into the ferry building.
He takes tickets from people crossing over.
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