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September 01, 2005


Vis – new face – new place I know
cool as crumbling stone
scattered up the hillside. I'm unsure
whether I walk with you
or through you.

Sea the blue of eyes long forgotten,
dressed in the lightness of ochre terraces,
your whisper slakes the sun
to wild striations over the rooves –

– all and nothing understood
as I peer from the stern
at your burning noon

I think of the ferry's wake
as the echo of a sharp parting.

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