At the heart of things –
Driftwood carrying tides,
The names of two young
Lovers etched into the grain

There is a beauty to the irreverence,
To the irrationality, subtle hints
At a logic far too simple
To be understood

Drifting, each of us carried
By the tides of our own humanity,
Past the rules, past the people,
past the fears, the plans,
the words, the reasons,
Past the past –

A smile
A glimpse
A tomorrow

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