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| In halcyon days. |
"Believe that a further shore
is reachable from here"
—Seamus Heaney
* * *
In the dead of winter I dream
of the deserted off-season beach
in the palmy decades before the pandemic
when we felt immortal and believed
in a love that allowed us
our separate solitudes,
when we believed in a future
that was endless, and ours,
when we believed
in miracles.
