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café poetics

 

The lindens are lining the promenade
how we wish we were seventeen again
their branches arching skyward 
framing Vincent's starry manifold
swallowing every thought and sound
each caveat and dolce far nientes
now fading and then pulsing with the
rising and ebbing of rhythmic tides 
how serious this business of life is;
our limbs intertwine as we scramble
shaking sand from between our toes
we sit on wicker recliners and imbibe
beverages that splash down loudly with
the crashing of frolicking waves

 

 

 

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◄ “Play It Again, Sam”

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