When the brutal
sou’westerly booms cold
With shivers from
the snows upon the range,
And the beach lies
lonely where once I strolled,
Some thoughts of
you might bring on climate change.
I recall the
tingle of your soft mouth
And kind cuddles
gifted only to me.
Memory usurps glacial
gusts from the south
And pictures make
me long for us to be
Together
on the shores of low tide’s seas
Where we can wend
our way under the sun
And watch blue
waves curl to a gentle breeze
That rouses sea
gulls as they make their run.
But now
imagination must suffice
As I paddle alone in
pools like ice.
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