Yellow pants, unbuttoned shirt, long hair
And a mast unhidden.
Women staring, eyes wide but old.
Remembering and wanting still.
Bare feet full of sand, naked toes,
Legs spread wide, kneeling
And a gull wheeling overhead.
Sunglasses glinting in the bright light
Held by a hand we've never touched.
Waves washing in behind you
While your eyes stare through a lens...
Like an arrow to the heart that watches.
Piano fingers, long and well used.
Eyes searching for something more
But never finding what is needed.
Past and present held together
With silver solder from the soul.
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