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February 27, 2007 / zanzi

making up

The tide sweeps in

On the endless multitude

(The ins-and-outs

Of a shoreline stretching on)

And out where the skies

Grey the foamy waters

To a merged horizon

Of ‘peacitude’.

My mind’s-eye looks on

Onward and outward

While it roves through

The inner dredge and, dumb,

A silent spectator, spectre-like

Turns to hollow years.

-Which side?-

you are near

Paw clutched warmly

And a smile clasps companionably.

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