lavender swirls
in the darkening ocean light
and within them, my body
soon to be another year older
its textures so oddly mine
even when afloat in neon dusk waves
lapped by stranger seaweed trails
capricorn szn has been shaking me awake
like snowflake darts on my small bare face
i am learning i will always
fall in love again, i will
always learn how to
write a poem again, i will work
i will tire, i will rest, i will work
i will carry this body to the ocean
cartwheel on the sand
hold my lover's hand
on the ride back home the little pink flowers
glow under streetlights, the bar doors are bright,
the moon is the fattest droplet of silver
stuck to the black spoonful of sky
turns out the trick is to remain
bullheaded about beauty
& brave about love
despite all contrary evidence
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