Island Dreams

“Good to see you.”
“Good to see you, too,” I exchanged words with the artist poet.
Directly after standing on the street in the cool air under clouds shaped in the expressions of our faces, I walked away from her eyes more brown and alive than anything in the day, and lost the possibility that words were truly spoken between us.

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