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Born in Kansas
\nI remember being glad to learn
\njust before I turned thirty
\nthat sea tides come and go
\nnot one but
\ntwo times each day<\/p>\n
Now thirty-seven years later
\nwaves heaving toward the shore
\nwarm ocean, gleaming sun
\nbreeze stiff and cooling
\nconstant drone of tumbling white<\/p>\n
When I say “born in Kansas”
\nthey recoil, “tornado”
\non their lips
\nI’m drawn to the sea
\nbut fearfully<\/p>\n
Cinema scenes loom
\ndesert island stranding
\nshark fin racing
\nstinging, scorching
\neverywhere the unknown<\/p>\n
Fear doesn’t care
\nattaches to whatever’s
\nnear
\nstill drawn
\nto the sea<\/p>\n
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Born in Kansas I remember being glad to learn just before I turned thirty that sea tides come and go not one but two times each day Now thirty-seven years later waves heaving toward the shore warm ocean, gleaming … Continue reading