we entered
and left you in shadows
a land of light
clouded by night
fitting, that, denying us one last look,
you saved your memories, secrets,
for a time in the future
when light again graces your shores
sending us back into another
clouded land, white, with cold sand,
and shaded not by swaying palms
but by trees, stark now, without leaves
we remember your warmth and shiver
with the cold mid-western wind
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