Sink or Swim

Adrift on sea fog
A fisherman stands on deck
Secure in his boat
Comforted by his aplomb
I too, float, though also lost

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Feather

One drifting feather
Blown between pedestrians
On its own journey
Moved by camaraderie
I wish to walk alongside

Babe in the Woods

Lost in the forest
Brushing aside yellow leaves
A setting sun drifts
Yearning for my seaside town
I taste wet salt on my lips