Vancouver Summer,
You mark a flag in me
yellowtail hunger
sugar-rimmed patio glasses
all the breeze you wish for.
You are the dreams nestled
in my winter spine.
How is it we give over so much
to your waiting face?
Didn't we learn
never to love this way?
Cyclic in your giving
you will break our heart again,
soon.
And we will smile,
tears on our sun-kissed cheeks,
as you do it.
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