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Journey On
Don Hynes
Oct. 24, 2015
Light slants across the channel
as clouds burn away
with early morning fog.
Quietly I sit and watch,
my food the slow thoughts
that come with the tide,
filling each painful crevasse
with the softness of the sea,
lifting me, a weathered log
weightless in the rising water,
ready to journey on.
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