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  • wallabout

    I remember Heaven when you held me
    at the middle of the bridge and
    showed me where the river made its bend,
    after the Pier K Dock and at the Wallabout Bay, 
    some time in Autumn when the Sun went Crimson into Marigold before the Mauve when your stubble grazed my neck;
    some single moment of some single place maybe you didn’t know I’d still keep tonight,
    with the Vincent Thomas thirty miles away
    and your embrace sometime a decade ago.