There is coral below the surface,
There is sand, and berries
Like pomegranates grow.
This wide net, I am treading water
Near it, bubbles are rising and salt
Drying on my lashes, yet I am no nearer
Air than water, I am closer to you
Than land and I am in a stranger ocean
Than I wished.
Barbara Guest (1920 - 2006)
Friday, February 17, 2006
from: Parachutes, My Love, Could Carry Us Higher
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