I have walked a thousand miles
along this shore
vying with shadows
as waves shift, day after night,
and egrets mirror
the invisible sea
My back is stiff
as I sit on the sand
to write a poem..
But the sadness of it
overwhelms me
and I dream
in broad daylight
Where will you be tonight
when the coming storm breaks,
drowning driftwood fires.. ? You
with your steadfast eye, and
feathers the colour of tigers' milk?
Where will you go
as I defend my poetry
by offering up a poem
which reminds me
of what I have not written...?
Sojourn
İcrisstiena
Silver trophy winner
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