Avatar - Poem by Richard George
She was dark, gamine, professional.
First time we argued.
The second she apologised
'Was I awful? '
At least ghosts report to memory.
What googol program
pulsing in abyssal depths
texted this stranger?
As waves lap our ankles
we are the ocean
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