The tide must be calm and receded From the lonely beach under the moon
The saudade is back and it has to be heeded
The memories as fresh as last June
Step on it harder
Across the state border
I can't get to Goa too soon
At this time tomorrow
I'll be in the vaddo
Writing in three-foot letters in the sand
Informing the shacks
That, "I'll be back"
And the coastguard, too, if they give a damn
At last it won't be just a waking dream
When I see the tall palms at first light
And the glowing rice fields by the Seventeen
I've been driving to Goa all night
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