“I so like that colour, there;
no there,” you say, and we both
seek the word to catch
that colour, that breaks through
in a wave of memory:
“Aquamarine!”
We call it together, and laugh
as the breakers of the tides
crash higher, higher
and we watch for a flash
of curling aquamarine
that shows hunched, as briefly
within the rounding, breaking water
as this moment,
fleeting and lovely with laughter.
- Brian Walter
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