We ventured there to get away from what we had and what we did.
I liked the moonlight and the sand at different points of night and day.
There I was and there we were, beneath,
within the glut of coarse and coastal breath.
The laces of my purse relaxed, the envelopes moistened themselves,
Invisibly and noiselessly slammed shut.
I resigned myself to the span of held-in rain caught mid-air
across that odd appendage of geography.
Now at tiny moments, facets of that place return distinctly recognized.
Salt sea air intrudes between the seconds of my life.
Sheila E. Murphy
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