Lann, tis, salt, crust, haitī.

20th day, 33 short, seeing UI came up short.

The day I met you started like this.

I had not yet discovered bliss, blissfully awaiting that fateful date.

I was through the new streets, wide open tarmac, leather back.

Yuc, trees, birds, seas, take me back so I can hold it.

It is time, fine like sand, it dances and falls through my hand.

Take me back so I can feel it, feel meeting a stranger.

I remember it at the first house, houses 1, 2, or 3.

That one, with white walls, green arches.

That one, with a softness in its garden.

Tires stop, engine hot, hands on the wheel and times set still.

And then rushed forward.

The western suns, but shadows across your lawn.

White door opened and I saw a perfect four.

Tos you.

I kept poised, profile forwards scared.

Can she see me?

My ifs and buds came to a halt, your hand cradled the door and then a jolt open.

I saw your bronze skin in the door opening and then.

Leg first, white skirt, softening.

Without a word, without flirting, you sink in, seats like buckets flowing over the brim.

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