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The high water mark supposedly hit San Francisco      
in sixty-something  
before rolling back out  
with its bay      
between its legs  
 
Today I found her skipping stones      
in a quiet pond in Pennsylvania      
     
she is still dripping wet.  
     
I told her that her smile      
smelled of the sentences      
that lunatics would sip      
if only their cups contained  
 
She offered me wine while laughing      
stating that my flask appeared to be      
missing a few stitches
     
I asked her name.      
 
She said that if we were going to fall-      
in love  
it's better not to ask