I can look down on the ocean
as she constantly pushes
her way onto the shore with
the force of a mother giving birth;
mysteries surround her
and swift currents as so many
did not heed the advice of
those who have made love to her;
from my perch, I can see the
lines of the horizon clearly,
two distinct colors touching like
lovers trying to break free, but relent;
at the line of union, clouds
huddle and hunker down,
sliding up the surface of a
domed sky, giving way
to a blue sky that reaches out forever...
from the eleventh floor,
I can touch the birds that
inadvertently fly into me, and,
for the moment...
we share and compare similarities...
6Aug13
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