ODE Poem: SAN LUIS OBISPO, by Alexandra Terlesky

The wind blew us in from the sea;
I don’t know anyone here, and neither does he,
so, we wander the streets of this small, coastal town,
looking for souvenirs, both sought and found.
A left, a right, another left, and then, suddenly,

a doorway into shelves of old records and DVDs,
gleaned from dusty bookcases, and now in front of me.
Steadily, we flick through the racks, listening to the sound
of the wind that blew us in from the sea.

Back at the hotel, we crawl into bed ever so gently,
and when we wake, he pulls me in even more deeply;
for a brief moment, I know what it is to drown,
to fill your lungs with something as profound
as the wind that blows in from the sea.

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