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Monday, July 6, 2015

Over The Waves

Sun, please watch me
tear the unruffled lake
into waves of white
this morning 
after many nights
denied me some sleep

For you cannot bring me
the sea I've wished to live by,
a yearning to embrace the
island and anchor
myself against this longing 

From this bed
of confinement,
this lingering question,
who is going to bring me home?

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