can't think beyond; only think of past or now.
full moon tracing
an avenue
across the water
to me alone,
leaning on the railing.
at the end of
the deck’s wide expanse.
no wind here abaft
the stack;
only the wind’s whisper
rushing by the dark empty deck.
if only i could walk
down that avenue
to the moon.
- South China Sea, August 1970
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