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poetry

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m.

I sought a place where the ocean waves break
where over beaten boulders and bluffs
at the far edge of the mouth of Patong Bay
there stands under palm trees a hut roofed in thatch
a table or two and some plastic chairs
and for thirty-two baht the beer is cold
and there in a seat damp with sand
I idled with a drink and studied the beach
the people from other lands
flocks of gulls and off the shore
speedboats bouncing crest to crest
and I felt the crash of the surf in the soles of my feet
and for just a moment you were there beside me
Isn’t this nice you said
It’s like our own secret garden
but you were not there and I drained my beer and stood
and you were not there and I brushed the sediment 
from my shorts and many times since 
I’ve sat in my mind at that table
that ramshackle bar on the rocks we never saw together
where you walk now softly through my dreams

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