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As beautiiful as your Hawaiian name is, Kai,

is your appearance to this nature's eye:

dreads, brown flesh, and a smile both seductive and shy;

and, though you never took off your shoes, I imagined your feet

in semi-sheer socks (a kind of self-deceit).

The promise to return and to say goodbye

was a bluff I wanted to hear, if not an outright lie.

I bared my soul to you---my Catholicity,

and what I loved, or disliked, in Poetry.

I knew you were busy:  we could only talk "on the fly."

And, in between, I said my Rosary

for your intentions and what your future might be.

At the end of your shift, you slipped off quietly

having promised (without follow-through) to say goodbye.

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