I woke up to such a peaceful view
Of mild waves the color of a box
From Tiffany.
My driver said he knew the start of spring
By hibiscus buds. And Tuesday
Was marked by fishermen selling their catch.
The line at the passport desk
Was quick.
The luggage check was rather brisk and friendly.
I opened the news.
I found out
That you would never see another shore,
Or fly to meet me anywhere, and
Had no shoulder nearby to shout
In.
And no hand to touch
My own shoulder as I screamed in silence
Through endless flight.
Вике Н
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