Durations

There are only a few days
And tomorrow you go diving
Only a few days to change our ways

Not that I ever wanted
Strong (or weak) liquor
So early in the day

But perhaps breakfast
Of fresh fruit and juices
Out on the decking

And maybe a life-size picture
Of the sea, with the sun’s
Ripples right to the horizon

In this way to make a life
Or rather remake a life
A life which truly did happen

September then will be the month
When one door opened
And another door opened

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Arcish

Between the string of floats
Where the sand is certain
Each step one step further
Each line of sunlight
Makes the water ever warmer
One bamboo shade
In line with one hundred others

What was lost is found
What was found is lost
An unbroken curve
The horizons
Very own iteration
Yet I have no implements
For measurement
Either by degree or distance

Although I would say
That there is very little here
To support the point of view
Of the flat earth society
Who would do well
To construct a formula
For such an infinite curve

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Forgetful

My sunglasses are in the bathroom
I am in the beach cafe
There are stairs
And a lift between us

The lost money is now found
Safely placed in the safe
The test, if test it was, is over
I hope my response was proportionate

Already you are out to sea
Also yesterday
The boat trip to snorkel
With diving planned for Saturday

I will drink the Coca-Cola Zero
Then take a black Americano coffee
Watch the slight waves
Blow right to left

As if in a Chinese script
(Inscrutable to everyone)
Except perhaps yesterday’s captain
Smoking his continuous cigarettes

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Maslow’s First Two Rungs

Could we not live
If not living here
Could we not be
Just to be

With what hope
With living near
There to see
How just to be

Yet if not here
Nor even nearby
The line
Could still be drawn

For would we not live
If not living here
Would we not
Give it our best shot

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Time Shared

I would not
Write this
Without you

I would not
Be here
Without you

By this pool
By this sea
In this swish hotel

I would not write
Of the many blues
Of the oceans

I would not write
Of the sheer clarity
Of the sky

On this island of Rhodes
In this country
Of Greece

I would not
Write this
To confound you

I would not
Write this
Unless found by you

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