Five Islands

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When the night ocean retreated
Five Islands waited
In the sun
On carmine clay
That late June day

When bare feet churned
Tide-turned stones
On the strand
They marked my path
Far from others

When an eagle soared
To circle, with my silent heart,
The reconnected isles
Floating higher
Til we were both lost
From view
I knew why
The heavens smiled

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“Taiga”

Doer and Dreamer, happy anywhere the snow flies.