New Me, Still Me
(Seabirds)
I took a trip outside the reef
to where white seabirds soar,
and took upon an ocean
that I’d sailed some years before.
And the tides pulled a different way
than planned, but I won’t groan
from friends and falls and memories
that made this sea a home.
Now imagine a little girl
looking out with no name.
Imagine a young woman
looking inward just the same.
Imagine they are meeting,
turning onward and before.
Imagine seabirds flying–
calling, searching,
writing,
forevermore.
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HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
“Soul serenade”
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