Yes, the fog could remind one of cold, I suppose,
but I am not ready for winter, not by far;
we coast under the legs of this bridge as
temporary visitors to your saddle of west coast,
tasting decadent ice cream, spy the island once
occupied by Indians, handle the warmth of Irish whiskey
in a glass coffee cup with heavy cream.
Succinctly, he puts it:
ReplyDeleteWANT.
But the waves care not.
In the want the walk yet the potential to unravel. No walking. On water.
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