Anniversary
Harlequins at sunset, red-haired boys dance in Eaton's costumes.
Sailboats muse over well-known waters, idly searching for new waves.
Two small scenes sit side by side in this short poem. In the first, red-haired boys dance at sunset, dressed like harlequins in costumes the poem links to "Eaton's." I don't know who or what Eaton is meant to be, so the name stays a bit mysterious.
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