Out there past the waves

You said swim and we swam

in the ocean and the cuts up

our bodies stung gently

like fading memories of when

the bees swarmed.

Do you still often dream

of lands consumed by flood?

The tips of pine trees

sticking out of the water.

a new impossible swamp grass.

You told me stories of fish

walking on dry land

in a city where the streets

were paved with glass.

Do you know the time you called

out for me I thought

you were someone else because in echoes

you grew old?

You are one I sometimes dream

of, you at the edge where

we watch the people leaping off

the cliffs and you always tell me

they are only hoping to cleanse their wounds.


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