Sea Angel
My church is a crystal ribbon of healing sand.
Where land ends -there nests a sky-blue lighthouse.
The turquoise ribbons cooling down the sun splashed land.
Seagulls reciting their verse, pipers sprint about.
Whispers that a child was swallowed by the hag.
Outside the breakers the sailboats dip their bows.
Strangers linking hearts, forming a throbbing chain.
A sea angel was born that day, but I never went back again.
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2019
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