BILOXI

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    The waters were smoother then,

    lulled to warms by southern connotations.

    We'd stroll late beaches

    along their wavering seams.

    Then sit the edges

    of that wind carved pier;

    secret

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    Depthless,

    unedged blues,

    reflecting moonlight

    to bobbing glows

    that softly flicker

    on night drenched walls


    even now.