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wild night calls

wild night calls, here i am
at a twilight shore; cigarette-ends,
rough sand and pristine glass.
i lost my shoes on the highway,
sleepwalking unaware, mind set
on the setting sun.

days scorch by, after the rain,
wild nights come again.
i love the sea, the lapping water, the breath
of the wind; the absence of your frame
becomes everything else.

memory is a lingering ghost of smoke
against a carside window.