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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Kirk Van Dyke

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Colors of December

I dove in the ocean
and saw weightless oranges and reds
amid the clear blue,
but that was long ago.
Now I step outside to white
with brown branching,
dreaming of a cold beer on a warm beach,
a struggle with steps taken to water
that stretches sight beyond reason,
a slight burn to the skin,
the taste of a salty kiss.
You were there when I dove
into the ocean and you are here
with me now as I wade into the snow.
In both places your eyes shown green.