Hope


old pain ages within her,

rages within her,

ferments

’til 

blue bubbles foam 

out of her 

leaving small blue ink flecks 

under 

sleeping clouds 

and mounds of virgin sand…

she spends herself 

in blue lyrics

which she leaves 

under the shadowed bellies

 of sand crabs,

gathers herself

 and steps forwards towards

early morning prayers…

flows into the dawn until 

her foot prints swirl 

clear blooded hopes,

and sunrise 

bounces 

upon her waters 

like new born 

melodies…

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