Punta Gorda

She held two fingers up

For the day when the waves 

Crashed hard against the rocks.

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We ate stale scones.

I almost stole a kiss.

.

But we just ran,

Missing that piece,

In some weird joy,

Soon lost.

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I’d gladly rewind that one 

That one place,

Freed from the baggage of time.

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Now her glance just festers 

In memories

That time paints 

So gently.

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Spare me these years

Gone so far

And different.