hey, I'm stranded
but so are you.
You understand
my desert island.
our surrounding waters black.
black is the faces of them,
all of them
The tide washes up upon our shore,
it's rising now.
our desert island is shrinking away.
The patch of land we share
holds our lone palm tree
I named her for us:
Destiny
Sept. 15, 1995
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