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We talked a whole lot.

We talked loudest with our mouths closed

On marble steps older than Paul’s memory.

We talked of life and death

of the spaces in-between we were not sure of

and the lines we weren’t so sure of.

We climbed the mountain in Corinth to

see the other side of the birds

dreaming. Dreams of stronger breezes.

The ocean took our rocks

as we skipped them in the bay.

Understanding what it meant to be small and

Knew that if each sin was a rock

& ripple we would never fill up the sea

The sun seemed to linger over us

allowing for one more lesson.

We had to know beauty

before we became it.