Now the yellowed grass bends
in the ivory dunes
just before the break,
the gulls fight for something
in the tide -
I try to build it into a metaphor,
but it just is,
just the whispery breath of always
in the distant crash of waves
and the lift of the wind behind me.
All poetry begins today,
she said,
then kissed me.





I loved these lines especially, Scribe. I thought of you the other day, my Friend ~ I bought a cd of Simon & Garfunkel "Live in New York City, 1967". It has the song, "For Emily, Wherever I May Find Her".
Good luck in Melissa's contest, Sweetie.


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