Like the extra hour
when we fall ahead, this one
day a trick in time.
February 29
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Like the extra hour
when we fall ahead, this one
day a trick in time.
February’s haste
to usher in an early
March slowed by one day.
Luminous suitor,
the moon dimmed by darkness’s
seductive regard.
Through the rainforest.
Lunch at Rhythms Rainbow Beach,
then Carambola.
Green Cay Marina
walk. J gets stung, M watches
A Christmas Story.
We eat cereal
on the porch by the sea, while
island music plays.
Intense turquoise, the
water is a wake-up call
to swim, sun, sail, dream.
No greater self-love
than a dog licking itself
with satisfaction.
We bring it home, put
it on life support so we
can hang ornaments.
Sad orphans ripped from
the forest stretch out their limbs
pleading, ‘Take *me* home.”