in the western pacific
would be deep enough
to accept the tears of the planet
but of course the tears never end
and everything changes
even the shadows on the moon
from the top of si surat stupa
the ocean gleams with pride
sending off each wave
like a kiss
but of course the kiss ends
everything changes
even the shadows from the sun
on songkhla beach the sand rushes
off
in a steep undertow
taking the breath
right out of you
like tears
--- e b bortz
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