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33.  Down to This

It comes down to this,
Periwinkle willows bowed in prayer,
A milky emerald mirage of ocean,
Honeysuckle air and sodium light,
A cotton candy pink sunset
Bleeding into sugar white sands
Of an abandoned patch of beach
Where you first reached for my hand.
I was alive.
Now I am so terribly much more.
How should I speak
So as not to alarm you?
In the voice you play in your dreams?
(It's more you than me.)
How can I appear
As if I have not been
This entire year
Walking through your slumped
In your mind's red carpet Valentino dress?
Showing you
(You know you've seen it)
The way home.

poetry & photos © 2006 Rebecca Lu Kiernan

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