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In Colours
by  Deborah Short-Horne Russell

The wisp of wind
cools my
sea salted lips
anticipation lends
a dry mouth
On the pier, 
swallowing thoughts
that rush like the waves
I think of how
you and I 
watched harbour lights
other fourth of Julys
and all those family
It isn't easy this
hard knock education, 
to learn how to celebrate
simple things again
like this sky lit with
a grand finale
I lick my lips 
take a quick breath
close my eyes, 
just for a moment
I pray so much these days
I ask for strength
so I can keep thoughts
of you away, 
long enough
so I might smile 
once more
in colours

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