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Everything As It Was
jenakajoffer

It's time to take the plunge, we said,
 1
and the streets flooded with onlookers
 2
mallards above, five irridescent necks
 3
reaching up, sailing high
 4
and us-- were we substance or reflection?
 5
 
 
And when you asked, I said "fish"
 6
as I sat on the back step spawning
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my arm tucked under my elbow
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the rustle of aluminum foil lining the pan
 9
and then, your navy over-sized coat
 10
flash of satin lining, you tell me I look beautiful
 11
with my glasses on.
 12
 
 
The blossoms in the yard opened wide
 13
as I studied maps beside the flower pot—
 14
you smiled at my heap of clothes slumped over chairs
 15
as you sliced lemons.
 16
 
 
We talked about meeting our unborn daughter
 17
who's been swimming in the sea
 18
but she's elusive
 19
peeking out then disappearing—
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she must've been that seal by the lighthouse
 21
more playful than we imagined.
 22
 
 
I thought the cliffs spotted with sheep
 23
was a nice place to be
 24
to look out at a future on a small island
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to look away from a past across the ocean.
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and between the mist and the kitchen
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we circled each other;
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not annoying like gulls but just as hungry—
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dancing to the crackle of a dodgy candle
 30
kettle-cries bubbling through raindrops.
 31
 
 
The floor tiles broke beneath our feet
 32
the way sea ice melts; chunks
 33
drifting apart then jamming together
 34
as you lifted me to your kiss; the fish in the broiler
 35
grown cold.
 36
 
 
all those nights we studied each other's faces
 37
before I disappeared into the clouds
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yet despite the distance
 39
and the cruel snarl of time, we knew
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even salmon can taste their way home.
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4 Aug 16

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Mallards? Mallards!  how can you call me/ us Mallard/s, then ask me/us for reflection?

ohhh, so it's personal... when you say we, you mean you, and when you say they, you mean him. ..

meh... get over yourself.
 — percocet

This is masterful.
 — PaleHorse

Had I known you were in the area, I'd have poured you a drink. :)
thank you so much. Missing your words.
 — jenakajoffer

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