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01/04/12 - (2)
Fifteen Minutes
It's 11:15. We know I have to leave by 11:30, Which should allow me an hour To check my bag, get through security,
Find a quiet seat, in John Wayne Airport, Where I might gather my cache of memories, Before disappearing, easterly, over the mountains.
Gazing south, from our ninth-story balcony, Down the serrated, house-mazed coastal hillsides Suspended above the sea's flaming waves,
From Laguna Beach to Dana Point, beyond, We hold each other, hoping the protean ocean Will invite us to follow its homeward flow,
Let us descend time's westernmost slope, To where fifteen minutes outlasts all earth's sand Passing through eternity's hourglass.
01/04/12 - (2)
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