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END OF THE ROAD
i hear a chorus in breaking waves
a school of voices stranding
run aground where surf is pounding
land after shipping echoes over half the world
by riding the humboldt current singing
slow sea swirls of wind and moon
the way a wet finger calls wavering trills
circling the rim of true crystal glass
here with my native continent at my back
as foam shakes out its tresses to wash my feet
i am primed to call the sea lions mermaids
the slow sussuration of waves a prayer
Copyright 08/00 Robert N. Erman
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