In that one the sun always shines,
silver planes glinting like sequins
in a sky blue as the Pacific.
In that one you and I are golden,
baby oil all the protection we need
in our endless poolside hours.
In that one you turn toward me,
as that man saunters by. We hear
he’s a dream, and laugh till we cry.
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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