Glossa
(in response to M. Eminescu)
Remember how you starfished your way across the pool of infinity bay how you and paradise made eye contact beyond the winding slide’s colorful digestive tract how the clouds were milky pterodactyls in the sky how you met the ocean’s eye how you spun in circles on your back like a toy your youth your most precious alloy Remember the Atlantic, its currents cream, its waves ink Remember the Pacific, its gulf turquoise, its sands pink And remember, remember, remember this - like the waters, their ebullitions, for all their durable afterglow, all things come and all things go