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by Candace Turner

Naked beneath a forgotten lover’s tee shirt
knees drawn to chest
I sit outside and rock
back‘n forth
a mindless rhythm

My hand holds a coffee cup of white wine
beads of sweat gather between my breasts
drip to a salty reservoir

Van Morrison, entices me to follow him
“ Into the Mystic”….If only

Clouds stretch, yawn
as the sun’s broad pink tongue
licks away the day

White winged gulls
ribbon beyond the horizon

Black birds chatter
dart through mangroves
screech  good night

Stars blink sun-dust
into an ebony sky

Mr. Moon admires his reflection
in the glassy bay

Twilight, a time to reflect
life’s to-do list
a list as empty as my coffee cup

I bring the bottle to my lips
Tomorrow’s another day

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