Monday, November 7, 2011

Bare feet

Breakfast with our feet in the ocean.
My dear friend goes under today
We swam and only touched the surface of the subject
Recognition or interest held her for a moment
We were due so had no time to explore that.
The time off work had always left me uneasy but only for a short while
We walked to wait and watched a drunk pass out in a city bar, his head cracking the tiled floor
He didn't move or breath. It was the first time I'd ever had to seriously check a pulse.
Mine was calm so helped calm hers through humour and odd requests.
She was real nice and asked kindly if I could put my flip flops back on, it would be unsafe if there were broken glass.
I'll be back if I cannot sleep to be with the off duty bar staff and to talk with you more

- Sleeps

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