Ocean-far,
I watch the sun
soften your smile
and lift it upwards,
secure and sweet.
I see your shoulders free
against an eagle-wide sky
and your hands quiet
like a butterfly on a stone.
I am so glad
that you
let me
be
your solemn solace.
(30 June 2005)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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