Narragansetts

Sometimes my mind slips to the skies and stars we stared at

from your car 

 

heads bending hard

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on the land of Narragansett that wasn’t yours, mine or theirs

we drove long 

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longing for waving wave

with our mouth clammed

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Light and moon

Mountain and water

setting blue to purple 

silence to sound -

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“poodo poodoo"

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Do you still remember that sound?

The sound of waves pattering the rocks beneath the ground

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You in that faded yellow shirt below your knees

drowning hard with a stone you picked from the shore 

and that film camera you won’t let go for a second.

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They meld into the dark

the same darkness I try to grasp onto every night.

 

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