take our picture, pour us Mai Tais,
recommend lunch, the way friends do;
we’ll never meet again. Later,
the salty taste of snorkeling still
in my sinuses, I thought—it is hard
to be sincerely Here: this hospitality
is no more my community than
these mountains are my home.
But consciously, I set this aside.
I am, Now; brief though they may be,
these hours and people full of beauty
are worthy of my attention.
August 2019
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