Saturday, June 8, 2024

Topophilia



It was the Place

I fell madly in love with


Not him, not the time.

It was always

That Place, all the time,


Lips raw from kissing her

Broad-shouldered salty shorelines

Lapping up

Barbeque sun and metallic rain storms

Alike.


The tourist ebb and flow,

Hats, cameras, new sandals,

coconut oil and seaweed

Wet sandstone and dripping agave

Too numerous to name such

Stimuli.


Looking back

Only hurts my neck

Nothing is the same

The tower crumbled


Bright as the days that were

Electric storms that were not

Sunshine and Roses

As most memories

Belie


Buried in the sand

Toes and shells, glass and seaweed

Never and forever

There.


Photo by me, 'Monsters house from goon' taken 11/12/2016.

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