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The Bold Ocean

As the easternmost sea crashes ashore
over a myriad of pebbles and stones
surrounded by mighty evergreens
There’s a brass plate nailed to a mossy bench
brushed by the powerful salty winter winds
from the boldest of oceans 
engraved
with a name meaningless to most
reminder of the ones we all have lost 

In the distance the timeless lighthouse warning

flashes to veer vessels from this coveted cove
where a siren must have found her true love

My heart halts for a second or two wondering
who may be still looking out for us from above
I resume reluctantly my travel to another 

beautiful coastal town in Maine
pondering that this life should be about love 

and not about deeply felt disdain

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