Weston St James

 

 

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Shush shush

of wave climb

 

high tide

breaks tree line

 

sun casts a

silver stairway

 

to the sky.

 

I’m tied down

bound in earth’s

 

glory

 

her lover’s touch:

rain on my skin

 

black night when

dreams haunt me.

 

Boats bob

& reform

 

nose to

windward

 

straining on their

anchor chains.

 

Sunset lingers,

an hour, a minute,

 

another second

then:

 

blue orb of earth

turns upon itself

 

& we all go

spinning onwards.

 

 

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