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sail on

Posted to Action Poetry




footprints on the beach
wash away with the next wave
just a slight depression
of where I have been
now I sail, free as a gull
no more sandcastles
just a long strand of sand
ocean blue, deep mystery
sky blue, wide open
seas are calm today and
fish are biting open mouthed.

I must go now but it was really NICE talking to you bruised. I hope you are not too battered and healing well. Thank you for responding to me.

Star