Fallow 350
The sun is rising
Over my back patio
And the U.S. Egg
I think I'll miss this
Just writing about my day
And familiar view
For today I rest
Normal day moving along
In sea of many
Would I know shoreline
The sand rising to meet hull
Before first contact?
It's hard to picture
Having such a sense imbued
For the boy born blind
With that being said...
What might act as a depth plumb
Crafted in advance?
Which materials
Could piece together in dreams
Echoing by day?
I'd likely ignore
Any but my soulmate's touch
But perhaps not all...
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