Fill your life with bright morning,
breathe deeply the wave-kissed breeze
and run until you no longer touch the
earth.
Pay no attention to the darkness that
lurks
just beneath your feet, the swirling
vortex
pulling you down, drawing your singing
blood
into the unknown land. If you hear grieve
the morning dove, say it’s not for you
he sings;
oh, fill your lungs with the pure,
cool hope of spring!
(23 March 2015)
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