five days
in mexico.
we stared out across the bay
at
the rising water.
the grey sky.
what was there to do
but drink.
make love.
eat.
and then the sun came
out
on the day we
were to leave
and so we burned
in the southern skies.
we lie there
taking in as much as we
could,
we had to come back
with something.
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