Osprey - 2000
Lone voyager lightly sailing
ancient sky ways
prevailing currents
list thee awry;
While long summer shadows
span wind barren crests;
your last island refuge
denied;
Hear in the distance
soft cries of the infants
dance upon
warm upward flows;
Wings hurry homeward
a fresh ocean bounty,
to a last bastion
untouched and unknown.
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