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Friday, April 4, 2014

there is the scent of spring

apple blossom mornings

i am at sea,
dizzy
with the waves,
my courage unbroken

i tied myself
to the mast,
sails set
for the morning

after all
there is nothing to lose.
i am here anyway
rolling and rolling

i will see
the apple trees
blossom
at dawn