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each passing day

February 21, 2018 by Michael Guerin

if i could sit by the sea
with an eye on the tide

rolling slowly in wave
after foaming blue wave

would i be able to savor
each moment passing by

or would my mind wander
off once again like a kite

left behind and lost on
a breeze the string trailing

in its wake as it sails
awkwardly away on warm

eddies of air headed for
some foreign shore or faint

horizon or perhaps catches
a downdraft and suddenly

plummets nose-ward into
blue grey swells so far

from the reach of children
chasing gulls on the beach?

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writer, dreamer, lover, seeker. labels never reach the heart of any matter, but they might be a place to start...

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Flowers for Rumi
beneath the waves
Found & Lost
Nature Speaks
still life
between black & white
mind & machine
world thru a window
Ghosts, Flames & Ashes

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