we're big enough
to make a decision like
this
when we finally find
it more comforting to be
just with this self
the chatter of the birds
become disturbing
the cares of other people
unnecessary
memories serve no better
old friends fade like old friends
there is no need for words
in solitude
you float in a silky sea
above you seagulls
the winds are your friends now
and so are the patient sands
and so are the coconut trees
the hammock most of all
tempting you to close your eyes
once more
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