Stream of Love
by Michael Escoubas

These sun-tinted blue
waters, frolicking
like a drunken
sailor, invite me in
and the sun-bronzed
trees, bereft of leaves
like me
no stranger to loss.

In the distance
a tufted rock
rising high and strong
flings its ridges
like giant arms
among the clouds
the whole scene

the love I longed to know
at home
and I am whole
joyous and jubilant and bold.

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