Love and Words


what was it?


Last night

I dreamed

of a city by the sea,

all the old women there

would sneak out late at night 

and go swimming,

and the water was warm,

and the water was heavy,

and beneath it,

there were all these small statues

of the Virgin Mary.

The voices 

of these old women

filled the night,

as they laughed and spoke among themselves

What was it

they were saying?

I couldn't make out their words

so I imagined what they said.

But why

do they only speak of it,

late at night,

in some one




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