we sneaked out of the party
everybody else was having fun
at to lounge in armchairs on a
rocky seashore,
a magnificent
sight, smoking cigarettes
and in our boredom
with life
and disarray
with the shape
of the culture in
general
we were feeling
a need for
breaking all the rules
and conventions and setting
out for adventure, when
these three old tan sicilian
fellows beached on a raft built
of a futon.
we assisted them in any way
we could on restocking with
fresh food and water, pillows
and blankets
and all of a
sudden they were
gone - leaving
their somninaval
vehicle behind.
seeing this as our great
chance for release, we set
sail towards
the storm
leering at us
in the horizon
and only after eleven days
of sleeping in your arms dry
from the sea salt i finally
learned that love
and life
and all that is between
is about letting everything
go
and accepting what
is.
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