Poem for George

Poem for George
It was a joy to stumble upon
The place where dusk meets night and night meets dawn
Among the dunes phragmites stand
Thickets of rose hips
Even in the saline dryness of sand
And you were there too
With someone else who wore my shoes
But then we drank the juice run off the peach

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