The black man who approached from the rear of the gathering at my father's burial looked to be one hundred years old. He was frail, but not bent. He walked haltingly, supported by two black
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Natalie I met you near the sea
And walked with you and me
To a cliff of concrete, under the sun setting
Where we drank
And talked of fears and dreams
Little eyes like coal and your sincerely
Is what I remember most
You would laugh sometimes
As if given permission
The sound escaping in waves and joining the ether where it belonged
But sometimes
When you laughed
You threw your head back with a grin of gay abandon
Maybe it was the Sake
Or maybe it was Me
And walked with you and me
To a cliff of concrete, under the sun setting
Where we drank
And talked of fears and dreams
Little eyes like coal and your sincerely
Is what I remember most
You would laugh sometimes
As if given permission
The sound escaping in waves and joining the ether where it belonged
But sometimes
When you laughed
You threw your head back with a grin of gay abandon
Maybe it was the Sake
Or maybe it was Me
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