For your homecoming
Where you are, near the sea,
only clouds distort the moon.
I picture you reading
by lamplight, becoming
the protagonist in your book.
As you get sleepy,
letters tilt backward
until you lose
the whole story to the waves.
For your homecoming,
I have changed
the covers on your pillows,
dried outside in the wind
which never fails
to bring the sea
to our garden. Tonight
the moon droops low.
Leaves brush against it
as the wind rummages
through the trees,
looking for you.
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