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| Swan Beach daybreak. Click to see wild horses. |
Every sunrise, sometimes strangers' eyes.
Not necessarily dolphins, even gulls,
even pelicans in a line above the swells,
the heron staring in the drainage ditch,
every road which led me back.
Every red light on the detour,
every carol buzzing in the dash,
even some by Brenda Lee,
every burlapped tree roof-racked.
I sense the sense of two.
The place where the spring runs out of the hill,
when will i see you there again?
Stacks of books, every page, every song,
even when there isn't one.
Did you see the meteor shower?
Every thistle, shell, and cloud,
every sneeze and breaking wave.
Every mile, each roadside stand,
every apple, pear, and plum,
I come undone, undone.
—adaption of a poem by Dean Young, with lines by DY in italics.
