Lessons
I once stared at the ocean
and tried to find that part of myself that was swept with the tide
but it was just like the lottery--
my luck is rotten.
In Newport we clung together by the fire
and tried to remember what love was
and what it wasn't.
We camped under the stars and watched the September sky.
We were alone, together.
I counted waves and memorized the sand.
And waited. We both did.
