North of town,
at Ellis Beach,
you came from behind the scrub:
the land unclenched its fists.
Hilarious.
We’d bid farewell by Jourama Falls.
What odds now had us on
each other’s paths again?
Oh song within song…
Oh rest within rest…
Fallen palms along the sand
on which passersby
walked the planks
to the One True Ocean…
All too perfect
like the start of a life.
Every day a sunrise…
Every day a sunset…
Sometimes they come together
and the dark doesn’t change to the light
but the life…
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