The writer
Sits along the shore and writes:
A single sailboat
Out to ride the winds —
The lonely lover
Waits for a return;
The days collapse, as
Secret night begins —
In all the resonance
Of souls that will,
There lies, intractable, the flush of
Of pain —
The writer writes,
The sailboat sails away:
The lover’s gone
And shan’t be back again
But mid the resonance
Of souls who would,
There lies, unbroken,
Love
And Peace
And Good
Yes, indeed.
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Nice..and hopeful.
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