The end shifted in with the night breeze-
shimmering on the tiny caps of the waves;
they crashed with the sound of summer
but the air tasted like the death of fall.
Even the crickets sang a mournful song;
the stars wore their brightest jewels and danced one last time.
You sang, and I tasted the words from your lips
honey and Big Red and herb of the earth.
I don’t remember how the moon looked –
just that the water was too cold to dip my toes in.
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