Along the wall of the subway that leads to the beach
Many posters may be found
Some show women from over forty years ago
With Juliet Greco in their eyes
Their black hair is cut quite short
It is again chic you know to wear your hair
And show your neck
Other posters more sinister show faded photographs of the missing few
Were they ever found I ask?
I would not like to think of them dead
A steel door must be opened to visit this beach
It is closed today and heavily guarded
A few beachgoers wait patiently looking cold
One does not swim in the winter I think
How ridiculous of them
To think they could
My dream is fading
I can hear the traffic now
And feel the dryness of my breath on my pillow
I may return to this subway
But doubt if I will
As when I visit the beach again
I will use the palm path like everybody else