Measuring Waves

Between us was

a bottle of cheap

vodka but not

much else.

We sat on the

edge of Waikiki

on an abandoned

straw mat.

We were in middle

of a transient night

in the intersection

of our lives.

Nothing else to

do but drink and

guess the amplitude

of waves.

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