Thursday, January 11, 2007

POEM - To Me

You are that poem that tugs
At the deepest possible good in me.
The way ocean motivates land,
The way the open palms of waves
Curl, and beckon sand
To venture out to open sea.
New continents wait to be formed:
First goes the tide, then the wind,
And then, me.

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