Lent, Day 9: Place

I woke from dreaming sadness
of
leaving you, of missing
your tidal rhythms, your
storm waves and
sunsets. In the landscape
of my years, my heart and homes, your
place will be
held by magnolia pod,
palmetto, moss, tiny crab,
battle hymn, dolphin fin, myth.

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