from the night beach we walked
up onto the moon-bright headland
stood on the cliff echoing surf
your black hair whipped my eyes
we held each other against the wind
and the storm blowing up from the south
back at the wharf
the black sky cracked open
huddling under pines
my body ached for you
in the downpour a car
had caught fire at traffic lights
and blazed furiously
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