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Like The Needle Through The Seam

When my father drowns in the sea,
Dripping from the skies, 
A wet tapestry
Of sorrows, sorrows,
No time for sorrows.
Just good glad tomorrows.

My grateful grapefruits,
My chaste cherries,
My sullen soldier.

Feel your blessedness this day.
Life’s great joys bounce from sky to sea
Like one long pardonable dream.
Like the needle through the seam.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2013




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