at first just a blip on the horizon
and then an edge
an arc
a little boy walking the beach with his parents
dances loose from their hands and cries
“a road! a road! look, a road!”
and runs down the beach toward the surf
mother and father smile at each other
walk together behind him
prepared to assuage his disappointment
stroll toward the moonpath
then together stare
the little boy runs along it
hollers his delight
barely splashing
as he runs along the road
over the waves
his parents look in consternation
he runs and runs
and the moon rises
breaks contact with the horizon
the road vanishes
with the boy
the parents wail
the father runs into the water and swims
out out out
with nothing to guide him
finally flails in desperation
swims back in
stands with his wife
a crowd gathers
the police come
the ugly talk begins
the little boy
runs and runs along the brightness
toward the shining
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