To the Sea Angel
Riptide waves,
there goes the sea angel,
right above the waves.
These mystery years,
where would I be without them?
What if I'd stayed happy?
Years lost,
these last few I've played catch up,
drifting from the shore.
Barnacles on an olive shell,
brain choral in my mind.
Instrumental tune,
made by the incoming waves.
I tossed a starfish back in,
watched it twirl away,
and thought of you.
-Will Dockery (1997)
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