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12/24/11
Caroling
This sun-gloried Nativity-eve a.m., We awaken, later than our dreams, To the syncopated cadences of breaking waves Caroling, just below us, nine stories close. We're being visited by a Christmas epiphany.
Buoyant souls born of the ocean's sleep-womb, Flowing into each other, as one being, We listen to the sea's heartbeats singing noels, As they subside into distant silence, Only to rise, over and over — hymns to joy.
12/24/11
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