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Seagulls surf the currents of air
soaring, then circling, the sky,
crying out to all who'd hear
Why walk? When you can fly!

Track walkers nod benignly
some beaming their Dolphin smiles
a sailboat glides with liquid ease
streaming through the miles

The oceans rhythms rock my soul
the salty breeze sweeps doubt away,
here is now, this moment whole
a place I wish to stay.

I take this morning home with me
as I heave a blissful sigh
nature whispers..'til we meet again'
in truth, its not goodbye..

© 2002 Robynne Black

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