#Poem Wide Open Spaces

The egg-timer
in your bedsit
trickles
grain by grain

You and me
on Porth Mawr
the beach
touched by ocean
stopwatching the waves

In my heart
I do not have
to not waste paper
when I write to you
from Big Sky
down to pinpoint
then out to circle
the equator

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