alleys close renew

moments jump

parts of memories

time moves like a slug

warm flesh holding

mine, a seagull rises

red hair escapes

tightly fitted bun

sea salt sings prelude

connecting dots with

tiny freckles, laughing

placing my pale hand

on your heart it plays

percussion, a drum circle

completing the orbit

flowers flow like white

sand to weave a path

new moments forever

bloom within our hearts

-JONI CAGGIANO

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