LYNNE BURNETT
Back in Puerto Vallarta
We arrive at the hotel like royalty—
remembered, waved through
the sea breeze of halls and floors
to our room, a welcome platter
of fruit, chilled bottle of wine,
a card—that’s all it takes to
pull off our clothes, shower,
sit on the balcony white-robed,
watch the waves rolling toward us
until they roll all the way in and
we let go the body that struggles,
let anything and everything swim
out of us, follow a dark fin far
and away from the old shore,
the sea surging, filling my mouth
with its need to be tasted—salt lick,
tongue slick with the eloquence
of stars.
I’m so happy to have this poem appear in Blue Heron Review’s Issue 16, whose theme was Sanctuaries & Places of Peace, along with almost 50 others! Big thanks to editor Cristina Norcross! I’ve pasted my poem here for ease of reading (since my poem is nine from the end) but here is the link to the whole issue, so many nourishing poems to enjoy: https://blueheronreview.com/bhr-issue-16-spring-2023/
Lynne Burnett 
So beautiful! I’m glad I could experience this refuge for a moment… 🌊⛱️✨
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Thanks so much, Stephanie! Yep, I believe that imagining you’re there does the trick too😊
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That sounds sooo relaxing! Wonderful sense of release as the poem closes.
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Thank you, Chris! And that’s why we keep going back 😊
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I can imagine!
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Your poem takes us there, Lynne. Congratulations.
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Oh, I’m so glad – thank you, Ken!
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I love this. More than anything I long to be in the ocean at PV!
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Thanks, Dan! Yes, those are good memories!
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