I sat on the deck
Writing Peter his check:
Two lines and signed
This life was once mine,
I'd been given my time
Now I'd pay my respects.
But in short breaths of stream
A dream signaled through
That brought steps off the railing
And brought me back to you.
Two lines I had signed
Had signaled an end
But gave radio's whisper
Words as soft as the dead
The white noise of choice
Held your voice in your heart
And shook with vibrations
That set me apart.
Hearts half-handed,
Melted ice in your eyes,
Your Northern Star glistens,
Montauk still has its light.
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