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Beach Rites

 

We met, small miracle, at a party where

     we knew not a soul;

I complimented the color on her toes,

     she made fun of my clothes.

Time flew; we sipped wine, nibbled

     stale bread,

And when the music got loud, we leaned 

     close to hear what the other had said.

 

Later, under a blanket of stars, we shared

     our stories, mine, a boring whine, hers,

     shorter, sadder than mine.

As she finished, for reasons I can't explain,

     tears came to my eyes.

 Smiling, she  brought her lips to my ear

     and whispered: "Forgiveness, love,

     eases the pain."

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