Sunday, November 29, 2015

Waves

They are shaky.
They are calm.
They are constant.
They are close.
They are far.
They are always changing.
They are huge, whole.
They are broken, uneven.
They are hitting me hard tonight as you sit in your sailboat far from the inland.
And I just hope you sail in tonight before the storm comes.

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