Month: July 2014


I could not bear to look

In the cool pooling of water

This year at the Gulf

Listening to the cicada

Serenade of summer

Because you are there

Like infinite times before

Behind me

Arms holding me close

Both of us gazing at

The reflection of

A lucky meeting

In the past

Now become darkly brown

Grasping tentacles

Of sorrowful sea tangle

Beckoning the unaware

Into a sargassum sea

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