Edward Hirsch
When we lay down on the rocks
in the bristling heat of a weekday afternoon
23 years ago, we were a moment
of incompatibles touching on a soiled beach,
a pair of crosshatchings, a lark
and a trout coming together in the stunned
space between air and water,
a wound splayed with the salt spray of waves,
absurdity mingled with sadness
and destiny thwarted by chance, by passion,
by a joke against the fates,
a sudden mating of sorrows, a stolen joy.
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