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Written while in the ICU. I was given permission to leave for a few hours, and I took a train to the coast.

what a treat!

what a feast

for the feet;

the wind blowing 

from the East

Should we head

for the coast

now,

or wait

for all the grey 

clouds to

dissipate?

yeah. 

you might wanna 

feel the breeze

in your hair.

And,

clasp some of 

that

golden sand

they call silence

Silver words 

escape your lips;

One hand resting 

on your hip

Cast your wet eyes

to them distant ships:

"Love" and "Pain"

make a beautiful alliance. 

Author's Note

Some deliberate typos.

Reviews

[Soren]

This poem with use of colloquial language that gives it salted flavor. It speaks poetically with unexpected images that fit well into the emotive sensation of the piece. It carries with it a cultural feel for passion and love that is more eastern and a softness that is alluring and seductive. Lovely