Naya recalls traveling
To the Corpus Christi beach.
Her smile stretched like a rubber band
As she looked out to the ocean.
Its waves crashed against the rough sand
With a salty taste and the smell of fish.
She shook the hands of the sun on Tuesday.
I tasted the elegant words spoken
As she enlightened us all.
Turns out, she never traveled…
Long sleeves of fabrication suffocate me
It’s obvious that the children never grow up.
The energy dimmed at the party
The tintinnabulous sound
Of the doorbell interrupted
The silence was broken with the air
As the door opened only to close again.
“Everything happens for a reason”, she said
Naya walked outside into the dry rain
Naya raised her hands and made the rain stop
I stood in awe of the moment
The coolness of the air began to warm me
Naya couldn’t stop contradicting herself
Je me suis toujours demandé comment et pourquoi
The world told me secrets one at a time
As the dry rain fell with fabrications
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