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"Annie's Boat "
Goodbye to sunlit embraces; the smiles of bicycles first pedaled. laughter; warm glowing faces; times best left unamended First the icon; then the staunch. distant sunsets; arms embraced. tenderness waining, like the tide. too many sunrises to face. And a face it is; or was; because as innocents slumbered; the enigma rose, without cause. and all the days were numbered. As a harbor without a master. boats long since left; shipwrecked. no match for the sea; black as alabaster. as cold November's shore's beaconed. Penned in dark halls; drafty. the last warmth of it's embrace. the last breath of common man. when final fires; danced final flames. And because the sea and the earth; gave up their dead to live again; a seagull announced the dawn. and a feather dropped; a feather pen. The ancient mariners cried to home; as waves crested and beckoned; and messaged bottles shore-ward rolled; to a comber's feet; my thoughts reckoned. S A Gibbins 11-29-97
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