you quietly got there last time, before the church bells rang,

before the horn sounded for the ferry, before the light house gave way.

i would have met you halfway, but iguanas bound your feet

and i hid, watching. my envy as blue as their grey ridge thorns.

your step light and sure, you moved in full sentences, no verbs to

trip on, nothing doing to hamper. i saw the creases frame your

eyes, the breezes wrap you up with care. i moved forward with the

tide but jonah's whale got in my way, same as before, same as every

sunday i have to watch you be free all over again, free from me still

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