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| jo'b |
We sat in silence side-by-side
and watched the sea collapsing on the bar,
and felt its strength,
but dared not say its name,
accepting age and circumstance
and deep respect — too late for us.
Yet the tides that moved us then,
they move us still, on our separate hilltops,
clouds expanding over the valley,
ridge-to-ridge in this inverted world.
And if, as Hindus and Buddhists believe,
if there is a Next, I'll look for you,
and side-by-side we'll sit again
and feel this old earth roll.
