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Waiting, will you come, I am
Listening in the shore winds,
In the clicking of palm fronds,
Soft-sibilant through the mangroves,
Wild-tossed waves on the bay.

Silent feet on wet sand…?
An empty impression, never yours,
A small ocean roar around my head,
The song I once played for you
On the inside of my ear.

Then heart sighs,
Contains its breath,
Gives way to gull’s cry
On storm-winds, out there,
Gives way to sea.

And in my hand forever me
I clutch an empty shell,
Pressed anew against my ear,
With nought but the echo,
The lingering sound of the sea.

Copyright Anne-Marie Hicks

 

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