Captiva

How we travelled, to the sea;

flat-fingered
the ceiling fan runs across its rosary

we lie bodily-wrecked
it prays for us in neverending circles

How we travelled, to the sea
without arriving

I push my leg
over to your side

How we travelled, to the sea,
to settle down

waiting for tide, for the sea
to come on its knees
to partake

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