a boat heads to some exotic location.
A clock starts ticking in Asia,
children count days and hours.
Someone awaits you.
Adieu
January 10, 2010
Hunters Lane
[To] sort through old newspapers, enveloped letters,
[To] read a poem, or two, or six,
[To] pass by an airport, a bridge,
[To] wish for a different ending, somewhat divine,
[To] wake up looking for the rain
to love you; to be in love with you.
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