Tuesday, July 6, 2010


Seaport strolls,
suspension bridges,
and speculating on how many birds
die mid-migration,
whose bones line the oceans
in layers of history.
Taking steps of understanding,
and watching lights
that never burn out.
Beach blanket dream stores,
and ideas as numerous as the sand
that creeps into everything it touches.
Silence that envelops, and warms,
and rocks you like a boat on the open seas.
Stepping back to move forward.
Wishing on fireworks like dandelion puffs,
in the seventh month of the year.

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