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My friend’s friend lived on an island No bigger than a dot
In a salty lake by bus 20 minutes or less from our spot inland in the green heart.
He rowed to us and took us out to his special spot and… From there to here I cannot remember so much as a drop of what, not a drop more that said.
Yet that drop has stuck like honey
Spread across my daytime dream as a sweet spot sunny delight, a boat a friend a friend’s friend a dot
no bigger than a dust smut whipped up by a Tuscan puff puff In my eye of my time pastime.
December 26, 2014