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This poem is a thimbleful
of happiness
If you are looking for more
meaning
in symbols
mole wisdom in tunnels
stop here
This poem is an eyeful
of teal-blue sea
an opening parasol of gulls
over
red-roofed fish houses
and curlings of surf on
blonde sands
and two friends who surface
from their separate lives
walk together
in the poem
after twenty years of being apart
They hold between them
the crystal of memory
seeking their young
enchanted faces
where wild beasts gaze as bland as milk
where leaf never falls
or nest is plundered
where hand in hand
they walk forever in the heart of the green wood
- Kay Smith
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