For Kristina Woodhill. by V. Blakewe stand,
upside-down
for hours.
watch the
sun
divide the
sea
as it
sets.
meridian
between
kite-
surfers
and
kiss-
seekers.
in this
place,
citrus
and
salt,
where all
good things
have
been,
i look back
at you,
and
suddenly
know:
there is
no thing
we should
have said.05/20/2013 Author's Note: https://pathetic.org/poem/1367083018
Posted on 05/20/2013 Copyright © 2024 V. Blake
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