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Sunshine Gate                                                                             

You were autumn

I was spring

We had decades of summers in-between 


Summers where you waited for a good surf

Dipped toe with a red bikini top

Bathed the killer abs


In my breezy spring

Your blazing glory burned my eyelashes

Then I made a golden boy cry


Bowie struck tears on my cheeks

I woke you: the earth only has five years left

You joked: I will be dead in five years; but you will tell your grandchildren about me


Five years later

I didn't get to say goodbye

So let's rendezvous at the Sunshine Gate, one day


- Shall I wear seashells?

(Great Ocean Rd, 2017)
(4 Oct 2022)
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