The sea lion’s barks dissolved like hallucinations
In the hushed tones of the precipitation
Where frail birds seemed as other worldly visitors
In the drip, drip, drip of thunderstorms and ocean mists
As my submission to the white wine’s simmering wings
Proved to be a tightrope walk to pleasant dreams
That though they are but dappled remembrances now
Are something that still gives pleasure when recalled somehow
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