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Watching Storms Blow In

A first memory,
Sitting on your shoulders,
Watching a storm blow in
On craggy cliffs above the sea.

I’ve flowed north,
Abandoned. Freed.
You no longer here with me.

But there are still storms,
On stony shores,
Sweet memories and sad,
Carrying calm across the sea.

Watching Storms Blow In

A first memory,
Sitting on your shoulders,
Watching a storm blow in
On craggy cliffs above the sea.

I’ve flowed north,
Abandoned. Freed.
You no longer here with me.

But there are still storms,
On stony shores,
Sweet memories and sad,
Carrying calm across the sea.

Adrien Etienne Sebree  26, Seattle

 
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