| Seven Seas
Sirens wail, snapping the threads
of Sleep's enchantment.
Stunned, I awoke to thunderclouds, marching up the valley.
What happened, where's
Yesterday's glorious sky?
Dark, grey, somber.... those masses-
moving on the wind-
Bring welcome relief to those facing
devastating fires to the east.
A day off. A day of introspection... a chance
to stay in bed. Marvelous thought!
The darkness fits my mood: My father's death
means clearing his house.
Desires of siblings clashing
against the remnants of his life, lived out
on the Seven Seas: An alluring Mistress, always.
Incomprehensible to some dry-landers;
Accepted by all. He was gone so much.
One final phone call:
Yes! UPS ships just about anything.
So... the stuffed seagull will find a home
In this dry valley. With me.
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