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Sunday, 16 July 2023

On top of salt water

It feels wonderful

To do nothing

On a day

When there’s nothing to do


Among days and days

Of there being

Nothing to do

Oh how wonderful


Then to think of love

In such a way

That only one who has known

The love of being in love can


That one might even write

Of that warm flotation tank

Where one bathed

Deeply aware of a lover’s love