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
© 2014 ViataMaja, Poezija 2
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