the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

Peripheral Refractions

From far away it almost looks like home.
On this breakwater, I broke the surface
Of glassy meniscus to dive down,
The closest I would ever get to know.
So we crane our heads counterclockwise
Just one more time with sun in our eyes.
Now it's back to the clouds,
It's back to the lights,
It's back to the sleepy and slow jazz nights.

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