Saturday, April 28, 2012



We'll have that house at the shore
and be bathed in white salt.

We'll escape all the heat
embalming this rock.

We'll follow route 10
rip open the seam . . .

and we'll drown in the seaclouds
like gulls on the wing.

We'll be just like angels,
or gulls on the wing.

by Ann Swann

(Companion to the poem --- To Still Have You --  on My Poetry page)

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