Love Story

I’m looking toward the pole, so
You slump to your side of the ocean

I’ll call out the hours.
You can inventory the flotsam and jetsam

Again.

But I no longer care to make brine,
So I’ll make songs for whales.

Now, somewhere, near the equator
Nothing is happening.

Soon I will forget these waters connect,
And the stars will make me lose count.

Perhaps you will still be searching the triangle
For evidence of us.

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