with eyes the same glassy blue
as the sea, you were struck
blind on this island
you imagine the swallows
with their boomerang wings
always flying towards home
you sink into the sand
and find your balance
with your hand looped
around the trunk of
one tall palm
a hand you do not recognize
brings a sweet date to your mouth
sugar, in the muted light of
these new eyes, glows
like a heart, like teeth
in the darkness.
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