The silhouette of a love
refracted in my memory-
rootless seaweed
carried from far away
on a warm current.
How much bargaining with circumstances,
how many devious moves,
how much struggle with ourselves
and risk and recklessness
for just one meeting...
So close - the sea, jumping out of itself
and again subsiding to its own element.
Around us - tourists,
shrieking cutouts
on the boiling background.
Only the two of us are quiet -
a little island amid the chaos,
so stormless, almost a mirage,
set against reality,
against your ticket home,
against tomorrow...
amazing, Gloria!
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