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Leaving Fuchal, Spain


Slipping from the harbor at midnight,

Clouds ghosting the hills of Fuchal

A full moon obsesses a veiled sky

 

Gaiety echoes from bars dotting the waterfront

None aware we were secretly shadowing away

Firefly lights twinkling goodbye.

 

“Amanhã,” the seas whisper. Tomorrow.

Poncha lingers on my lips

The taste as sweet as the journey

 

 Meters away, in open sea

Engines vibrate to life

Spiriting away the adventure, still

Lingering in our souls.

 

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