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One Summer Cycle

To slip away
One summer morning
To just disappear
Without warning
To find a place
Where tides are near
Where the surf and gulls
Are all you hear.
 
A simple place
Near an active shore
Is the sort of place
That I’m looking for
Were the smells of the sea
Will fill my soul
And I am refreshed in ways
Some seamen know.
 
I hear children’s laughter
As they play in the sand
And see loved-ones walking
Hand in hand.
It is a place of beginnings
And I have circled around
To a cycle that’s ended
As another is found.
 
D. Thurmond / JEF— 07-16-2016

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