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Sailing on the Sound
by Michael Escoubas

After the blare of horns
after the scream of sirens
after the ricochet of bullets and blood
after the Herculean effort of making sense all day,

I enter this landscape,
board the sailboat
as if invited, Come, hang your feet
over my fantail, lose yourself

in the gentle folds of my wake
follow my waves as they gently lap the shore,
let the light above the tree line
wrap you in its shawl,

let the cool breeze lift the day
be still within
be still without
be filled with beauty and love.


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