the 3 hwy to Folly Beach

There were two of you
Almost like a dream
yet absolutely conscious
One representing three loves of before
One clearly representing something new
racing to a finish that is jubilant
I feel drunk but still sharp-I take my picture
Forcing two to dive
Sewing fingers interlocking together in safety
who are we to experience such pleasure?
In unison there are dreams.
In unsion there a realities.
In unison there are departures.