Van Morrison's voice
skimming an Atlantic breeze
memories
Blond girls
embody the past
and my heart
is young again
old friends
Gulls and sandpipers
and brown pelicans
possess the sky
happy to be alive
An irish mandolin asleep
in the hollows of my inner ear
I am here
Whitecaps wails
like widows
on a distant coastal wind
soul on the mend.
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