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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