Today  I threw wide

those carved doors that hold

my souvenirs.

The scent of sandal wood

filled the air and I thought

of you.

Tonight I will walk down

to the shore where the sky  is

a marvel of constellations,

the waves  topped with

frothy champagne.

The air is all sea lions and

the sky a silvery mirth.

I could stay here  for the

winter among the honey cake

dunes and  not think of you

at all.




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