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| image by Mostafa Habibi |
I waited for the perfect day
to set out on the seas
for winds that blew just hard enough
to make a gentle breeze
The sun, the clouds, they had to be
up in the Heavens so
as to create the setting for
my dream seaside tableau
My boat, she waited in the sea
for that auspicious time
and I was buried in the sand
for I could not leave home.
submitted for Magpie Tales 95
and Sunday Mini Challenge, A Classic Hit (ballad ala Emily Dickinson), at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
