Loveliest of evenings long passed
close kissed in dark dwelling alley
irate tenants hissing us go away
and we felt the marine layer coming.
Felt with our youthful tongues day
and night passing slowly into the mix
of salt and hair and wet sandpaper
rubbing away our persistent presents.
And while yesterday we had sun
today we have none though they say
the globe is warming you wear your
flannel nightgown winter and summer.
… Inland flux of sea wind…
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…in flux, flowing in – flowing out! the tide always turning.
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