what's next for me
seems fruitless day
waiting for sailboat
they ain't coming today
wind calm for sometime
palms still standing tall
kids chasing butterfly
dreaming, learning to fly
with string attach to wire
teasing fish lips who desire
futile, rest beneath a tree
taking a nap, miss talking sea
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I thought WATCHFUL. WAS A JOY TO READ. Good job.