more than


should i live again
i would sail to
rocky cliffs hanging high.
Sturdy -the rising tide
ocean waves sweep my feet,
greet my silent highs.

the one-room schoolhouse
hollow now
voices passing through.
Captured -i let them sail on by
and the stones grow ever higher,
i hear they’ve reached the sky.

grow nearer
more than ever now
pine seedling promise
my heart grows weak

the fisherman worn
the sea mist and salt
his maiden lights a candle.
Hope -listen to the humming
the footpath travels ’round
her windows iced shut.

the church bells ring clear
dogs lie in the drying soil
prairie grasses colored in oils.
Closing -the dawn fastens
and her easel sits upon bones,
bones and gravel.

grow nearer
more than ever now
pine seedling promise
my heart grows weak

-Monhegan Island, ME

 

 

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