gliding kayaks ...
ripple after ripple
overlapping
summer stars that bridge
what words never could
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one tide cycle
after another and another
across the Pacific
pulling out, returning anew ...
my heart still on the other shore
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to stay or to go
I murmur to myself
again and again
through the autumn wind
each leaf zigzags its way down
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all things must pass,
the seasons teach me this —
yet I still press
my face into her lingerie
forgotten in the basket
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