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

from your car 


heads bending hard

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

we drove long 

longing for waving wave

with our mouth clammed

Light and moon

Mountain and water

setting blue to purple 

silence to sound -

“poodo poodoo"

Do you still remember that sound?

The sound of waves pattering the rocks beneath the ground

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.

They meld into the dark

the same darkness I try to grasp onto every night.


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