The Song Still in You

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a poem in nine haiku

I hear her voice in
the ocean song, I hear her
voice in the throbbing

blue waves pouring its
melody over granite
and powdery sand.

I wander the shore,
alone like salt-crusted husks
of conch shells washed up

by the tide, watching
the sea’s velvety lips kiss
the coast, again and

again, glimpse the shore
change shape every part it’s touched,
losing its edges.

On the cliffs where we
used to sit, wild ixoras
peek out from jagged

crevices, filling
them with luscious tones of red.
In whispers of wind,

soft petals unfurl,
reminding me of crimson
lips, slowly parting.

Hurl forward, turquoise
sea, with the song still in you,
take me wave by wave.