New leaves had not yet formed on trees rain made new
Season’s recitation of green
Underside of boats did calm me - a low stranger tide
Water felt new against my skin
Even now I feel the gossamer of years staring back
‘cross pages
Turning pages revealed distances
Weeping willows fringed the harbor threading in and out
of silver
I wanted more than you could give
In the chrysalis of summer shapes hardened into glass
Notes grew mossy with the swept rain
As the wind unhinged the barn doors
And the storms thickened torrents overhead
Thunder it shakes our home
And I prayed for the storm to take me
But you were gone by then
And a night that bears down with seven fists
Will be shouldered by a meadow
Seabirds take their flight in violet
They pass wing to wing
As if in memoriam
Seabirds take their flight they pass wing to wing
As if in memoriam
Air moves in to caress softly – the ocean vapor that
Rises from their wings
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