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The harbor tide is running slow
Small fishing boats begin to line the pier
The salt breeze softly strokes my cheek
I walk the granite wall alone tonight
My fingers trace the weathered stone
Where long ago you taught my hands to bind
A bowline loop that never slips
And how to throw a slate against the sea
Five skips across the quiet bay
You smiled and said the ocean holds its breath
The afternoon fades into grey
The water keeps the simple things you said
Another boat drops down its sail
The heavy ropes are tied against the ring
I feel your hand inside my palm
And watch a flat stone surface one last time
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Just one last time
Along the wall
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