We sat
on crooked rocking chairs, rocking
our emotions on the rocks, watch
waves wave to my eyelids, shifting
out of focus, they focus on a moment
momentum from a lateral plain
colliding with that in, out
breath that crests the coastline
finding our feet now, tide that uncurls
like clenched fists discovering love
thrust at our bodies, we leap
what is this moving
this measure of closeness
this time
See you in Washington.
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