Challenge
Write a poem about your lost love in 50 words or less.
A Ghost Drives Onward to the Beach
An engine drives
the fist which
pulls - :
no punches.
My memory
traces the outline
of your hips
in cigarette
smoke.
We were lovers
once an
ocean of time ago.
The phantoms
of your skin
washing up
all along the beach.
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