by Kaia Goodwin
On the beach we come to terms
with winter, letting the taste
of mullusks fall against our tongues
from ocean mist and dissipate
like the pulp of soft fruit.
I remember how you smiled then
eating ripe papaya
agreeing the flavor was like women
in summer as the juice fell
cool and tickling our warm lips.
You were saying goodbye
to the youthful heat of night, frivolity
shaping itself into gentle waves, receding
from the wild tides we had known.
Kaia Goodwin is a poet and writer form Cincinnati, OH. She has traveled the world collecting stories, mostly thoes of others and some of her own. She has taught Creative Writing with Upward Bound and facilitated Youth Writes Workshops in Kentucky.
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