A shadowed northerly, late winter’s bite,
Lifted long waves, ran them deep into night.
I fixed them with you, when first you refused,
So far between us; remote as the news
Once in the paper I fell on your name.
Not quite believing, I read it again:
married to legend, coincidence said.
Still, history leads wherever it’s led.
Maybe I tried that much harder with you.
I buried the trail and burned down the view.
That’s how it stayed, ‘til the night broke away,
Here, where the breakers break over today.
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