| Sometimes I want to flee, |
stumble down the steps to the sea,
fight the sand with all my might,
then breathe in the tears of the sea.
Would I feel passion return to me
if I could seize up my thoughts and be
a thrashing, fighting, wanting one again;
And then arise out of the sea,
remembering that . . .
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|Lake Serene (Of Old Forge, Ny, Usa)|
| I remember best|
how water lilies
lay with dead wood
to see their slight move
even in the water's wake
you have to start
and wait. . . .
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