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At Mentor Headlands<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dune grasses to the headland
\nwhere a single blue tree
\narose from the sand.
\nSpring winds raged like trains
\nin the bowl of the beach
\nas waves washed up dead fish.
\nI covered my face with a cloth
\nas I walked the breakwater
\nrocks wet with cold lake spray
\nto the ruined lighthouse vision.
\nI followed the osprey
\nbeautiful as a woman in light,
\nI bent to find its dropped twig.
\nAs the day masked me again
\nI seized with grief
\nand love for the crystal world
\nyou always were,
\nI broke the stick to give you.<\/p>\n

~ John Swain<\/p>\n

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One, Two, Three Breaths…<\/strong><\/p>\n
i am alone.<\/p>\n
my feet are wet and happy
\nin the grass.<\/p>\n
~ Bree<\/p>\n
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WAS TO IS<\/strong><\/p>\n
Chaos was my oxygen until
\nI learned to breathe you. Sudden
\nstart an omnifarious heart. Untuned
\nguitar no longer, you play my
\nair like a silver zither.<\/p>\n
Nothing was my address until
\nI gained sense of better ubiety.
\nI possess a more buoyant place.
\nCracking rubber band now zings
\nlike bouzouki strings.<\/p>\n
There was indifference of universe
\nuntil coalescing carbon nova now.
\nThat was you. Atonal twang sang
\nwrong, then you galvanized
\nmy chromatic chime.<\/p>\n
Purposeless pressure emptied my
\nears until I syncopated prism in
\nharmonic eye. I saw you embody
\nbell ascending. Now a better
\nfretboard: calliope sound.<\/p>\n
~ Craig Kurtz<\/p>\n
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