The Return

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Two days of sunshine.
Pink cotton sunsets over the harbor,
the dock swaying like a lullaby.
A waxing gibbous winking over the water,
a cormorant skimming rippling waves.
Sun-baked skin, golden pink
Legs carrying us deep into strawflower and poppy,
feet pressing smooth stones of a labyrinth
kissed by lavender and sage.
Mosquitoes bite my ankles.
A scream of disappointment
Once again, we cannot clear the sky.
Rain pours through the sun’s last warming.
I search for a rainbow, find nothing,
as clouds crowd the Strawberry Moon.