Sao Miguel, Portugal
We pulled off a dirt road following our sixth sense
To the the Gray Sea
Tessa strummed imperfect notes on her Eukalale,
fading fast
as we ran down the labyrinth stone staircase
to meet the water face to face.
the waves shook
the shore,
Also shaking the five barrels of emotions
we each hid in the holsters at our hips.
Sea salt tears,
a can of sardines, a brick of brie & a shoe
to open a corner store bottle
of red we had thrown our coins together for.
I
we fell into conversation,
the same way the rocks had fallen from the hepatic covered cliffs above us
to the seats beneath us
Sharing in growth with the moss
&
crack creatures
at our feet.
Tessa's Birthday
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