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Dove into the sea
of watering words
And came up with
a school of swimming
inspirations of awareness
sending frothing waves to holes
in hearts’ shores waiting to be
filled from the cistern of love
overflowing its fill:-
Though the sun
does not shine
in the hued night,
the moon reflects
his healing
effervescent glow…
revealing footprints
in the sands of sparkling night
to that aged calming tree
with waving leaves of love that
shadowed the hate of day with
shades of blinking peace
which seagulls and butterflies
soared with:-
Laying here
on the sands of time
in this Hampton’s Buckroe
Beach—afar from that James River
landing of that awaited cargo ship
of my ancestors— I remain stunned
that this initial slaving state proudly
calls itself, “the land for lovers”:-
