(I)
Fall begins.
The breeze blowing in her soul
becomes a squall.
Empty shells wash ashore.
Larger storms are brewing off her coast.
For now the lighthouse stands.
(II)
Today I watch a Utube video
a dog playing alone
in the family swimming pool.
Running up tailored rocks
sliding down the waterfall
falling into the pool below.
Pure unbridled joy buoyed
by the crystal blue shimmer.
I want to be that dog.
Be able to jump into the azure abyss,
trust that I will paddle to its edges,
climb over the sharp stones,
and fall and rise again and again.
Instead I sink like a stone
into the bottomless indigo depths.
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