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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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
