blot of red sun, dusk
and the palm tree tips
golden, and the clouds
that darkened the day give
over to cold
aquiline clarity
sandy tire marks in-
-tersect in the carpark, spin
circles around Lily and me,
Lily with the ailing heart and
sliver of surfboard
tucked under her sunburnt arm
radiant heat - asphalt -
sticks salt to my shins and calves
from the hill-crest an ocean
calm as glass, silent menace
lurking in its vast shadowed parts;
sparkles on languid peaks the last
captive vestiges of our Great Star
collapsed on a bench
I say 'sparkle'
ensconce her in my arms
view heart-stopping
(I cry, Lily laughs)
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