My remedy for despair
is a memory of something
that never happened
of family
friends dead and living
and those dying to live
           unborn children
           my inner circle
           my outer ring of acquaintances
           past and future loves
all sitting at long wooden tables
in the night with salt in the air
and on our lips

Wooden tables
and circles of lovely human conundrums
contradicting personalities
each a discussion from birth until that starry night

My remedy
walks under dimmed bulbs stringed together by copper wire
lighting up the night
by a sea
sweating salt into the air
that stings our smiling lips
and coats hands holding hands

You too will be there at my table
held in place by my hand on your hips
and as you lean your mouth will whisper a secret into my ear
                                                              “you are my remedy”

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