Porite,
Wharf this evening I watched the sun
serpent blonde on the sea
and the boat-sloughing shadows
together or against each other and the way
two guys went with a girl, which recurred
every time we tried too
to feed love's lymphatics
the spray of the sea; ocean violence
in our silent hearts and contesting and young
we met competing for a girl
until we saw in each other
the same envious narcissisms and saw
eventually we'd do better as friends,
winding in and through failure
because nobody really cares
when with a friend-- those days sprawl
to a summer whenever and moreso as suns
burden early on the wharf.
-Praxhe
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