A Meander By Sea
Nothing is like water, when water's alone —
Memories go out to sea, swam there unglued;
The seashells on beach cease not spend away home.
When the sky's kiss on water beneath us skews,
The scarring inside leaves us, cumbersome; comb
on my footprints, your own sweet dance talent moves.
Gulls blow northeaster in the tide's crank, feeding
There among ocean drifting into green sea —
Then I lift off no more bars; for I go more
within; as tomorrow bites on my each fin,
So with it the clinging swell out of me pours —
The healing woman of war in shell wherein.
While in the salty races, soft skin is shorn;
With a buoy her own heart's also dug in —
Though with you, she's within the ocean homespun;
You still pass the wave, that adieu going on —
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