sun

the sun shone today and dried the laundry in the backyard while i read on a blanket underneath the line, and fell asleep over page 230. it was the same sun that set hours later in a glorious blaze over waffle cones.

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but i still do not know the name of the seaweed
left behind by the long ago tide,
that splays under our feet like a woman's underwater hair,
and i do not know the name of the bird
the naked man peers at through his binoculars
and points to, "there, there, see?"
i do not even know the names of the birds
that rise black above the water
and disappear between blinking.

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east east east i come. with harry potter in my bag and too many skirts packed in my bright red suitcase. fingers crossed for a back garden margarita*