Sometimes the sea gives the wind
The remains of Prometheus ... his fire
In place of pictures and pipe rituals
An inbound ... slow film of eyes
And table clothes hibernate on closed
Windows ... till they are opened
Old rooms give out their possessions
Hidden under blankets ... wooden toys
And a trunkful of shoes ... red stilettos
A night shirt hangs on a wire frame
In a locked brass dresser ... smell of salt
And rust and honey sweet burst of wood
A suitcase and toothbrush packed
For the holidays out east ... to laugh
The beauty of crimson blossoming
Sun sets with rum ... tangerine evenings
Caress the modern adoration of rest
To soon - the glittering dew and the
Ride back west ... its only words
Reading the news - frozen letters
There is more then one demonstration
Of this value in impossible things ...
I remember being here before as I
Remember being here before ...
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