One Time With Cindy

we went into a cave at the beach in Santa Cruz

and when I started licking her there she tasted of salt,

which make me think to myself, “I’m not only tasting her,

but the salty air that has been around for millions of years

and will still be around after both of us are gone.”

A thought that made me sad for a moment, but not enough

to stop what I was doing. . .

by Jeffrey Zable