Inside
At my desk
In the late afternoon
The hiss of traffic passes
On the wet street
Outside
My thoughts migrate
To an eastern shoreline
Where my love walks
A peninsula path
All around her
The wind’s breath
The waves’ play
The light’s glitter
Sand and stone
Kiss her shoes
I am a now-distant arrival
A wind-blown speck in the sky
A floater dancing high above
In the corner of her vision
Down on the sea-strand
She hears nothing but
Wind and wave
Merging seamlessly
Sound upon sound
Within sound within
Sound upon sound
Oct 15, 2012
Oct 15, 2012 at 2:21 AM UTC
Inside
At my desk
In the late afternoon
The hiss of traffic passes
On the wet street
Outside
My thoughts migrate
To an eastern shoreline
Where my love walks
A peninsula path
All around her
The wind’s breath
The waves’ play
The light’s glitter
Sand and stone
Kiss her shoes
I am a now-distant arrival
A wind-blown speck in the sky
A floater dancing high above
In the corner of her vision
Down on the sea-strand
She hears nothing but
Wind and wave
Merging seamlessly
Sound upon sound
Within sound within
Sound upon sound
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