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Mothers
from thy wombs
spring forth all futures
and those of kindly souls
thy past shall be eternal
‘Yor
Waves panting
Whispers of Foam shoreward
from South Sea’s farthest Neighbor
Clouds playing Tag
from Checkers to Backgammon Boards
Pelican Formations gliding
nigh Ocean’s Chest
Eyes and Ears under Beach Umbrellas
their Reflections ensnar’d
by this invisible Message in a Bottle
‘Yor (04/19/2025)