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Sunday, June 6, 2010

Pasamos Juntos

Amor,
pasamos juntos.

We walk together.

Yesterday, I went to the beach,
and left footprints in the sand.
Then, I walked back,
being careful to step in each one perfectly,
and walked again with bare feet,
so that I could pretend you were walking beside me
holding your shoes in your hand
and wearing that pretty yellow dress.

We walk together.

When I go to the store I buy
a pint of cookie dough
and eat it with two spoons,
one for you.

We walk together.

I drink wine on the porch,
white, your favorite.
Two glasses awaiting the sunset.

Amor,
pasamos juntos.
We walk together
Remember that when you feel alone.

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