By moonlight the shadow-man creeps
between sunloungers in dark disarray,
raising each to purge the day's
residual skein of grease.
First light recasts that shadow-man
upon a sullied beach, readying
its soft, white sands to be trodden
by soft, white feet.
(c) 2013 Slush Poet
Nice depiction of the progression of night.
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