Long Distance Brackish Exchange

Just past midnight
wishes travel
instantaneously from the south
shore to the west
bank and beyond
(a mile or so). The drop

of salt
water says to the fresh
one in the middle:

I want
to see pictures.

Too mesmerized
by his voice, how he plays
your guitar, to dig out
my camera,

comes the muddy reply.

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