Today I see you
as if I am looking through the mist of the morning ocean
vague, moist against my skin
a cold, lonely saturated wind
a presence in the sound spray, reaching my eyes, your scent
the pull of the ocean air
is as consistent as your hand as been
spanning countries in long summers
rainstorms soaking dirt roads to mud swamps
you have driven through them
to hold my hand
I see the mist heavy on the horizon
there will always be a light, a ship, a vessel
carrying chicken pies and strawberries, seeds to sow
carrying you.
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