LOSS / FINDING

LOSS

Sudden and sad
The worth that the world
Had
Blown away from me:

Like a kite
     In an unkind breeze
          Like a flower
               On a storm-bound sea

                         All heading over the horizon

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FINDING

                   Slowly but sure
          Like the waves that
     Find their way back to shore
And break upon our feet

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Number 11 Bus,
Late one Saturday night, January 2012