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Adrift on the High Seas of Poetry Ahoy, there, I’m the sailor of the S.S. Poet. I’m the sailor peering toward the shoals for a lone egret and the meaning of life. Setting sail, I search for new words dropping on whales like green tokens of wisdom. On this day, I seek sweet poetry, the currents and eddies of magic spells, of kingfishers aloft above the rim of a sparkling harbor. I can even smell the sea attracting butterflies fit for sainthood! As the ocean churns, I muse over the moon and it pays off, with its finger of light leading me toward heaven like a small fish. O miracle in the sky! O book of the world! My heart sings because the sea is poignant and lyrical and I feel almost as old as the dark isn’t fair. Cliff Saunders

Smoky Blue Literary and Arts Magazine #6  
Smoky Blue Literary and Arts Magazine #6  

A magazine of literature, photography and art.

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