Murmurs

Beach sounds
The baskets, bath towels, sun loungers
The soporific noise and a heavy sun

He plays with his camera
zooms
the boys play on the pontoon bridge

On the waterfront she screw up her eyes
She blinks, looking in the backlight
but nowhere

Three boys throw themselves into the water
breaking the surface
screaming

The lens is buzzing, locking focus.
The fingertip
pressed in slowly

Her real scream
will come later      Now
the petrification



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